The day started with an unpleasant realisation. The Gorse Fox, despite his weekly practice, had a suitcase-packing malfunction.
He was likely to be renamed Nicholas... he had forgotten to pack certain items of underclothing. Fortunately he had some swimmies that would do to start with. Needless to say this did not go without comment, and your scribe was subjected to several ribald remarks. It was clear that a trip to El Corte Ingles would be first on the day's agenda.*
*Well after breakfast.
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