The south and the south east coast were hot and clear, the rest of the island appears shrouded in low cloud. The Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen continued their relentless pursuit of nothing... nada... relaxation.

An early morning foray to the shop brought the daily paper confirming the text mesg GF had received yesterday regarding a suspect dead swan in North Britain. No doubt that will be causing his colleagues a little disruption.

GF enjoys sitting and watching the world go by... and reflecting on the people he sees and hears. Last night he overheard a foursome at the next table who were almost self-lampooning caricatures. They hailed from Southport and spent the evening

• Talking loudly so that other conversations were drowned out.
• Saying how cheap it was to eat out at 70E per couple per night
• Say how much they missed ASDA whilst here
• Comparing the injuries they have acquired whilst drunk
• Explianing the only food shopping they do is for bread and cereals, as when they get home from work they have a couple of pints then "go out on the lash"
• Compared experiences of waking up in their or their neighbours front gardens "after a bit of a sesh".

and so it went on.

Gorse Fox cannot help but reflect on a) how boring his life must seem; b) how happy he is with that; and b) how lucky that fact is.

[File under: Diary]