Tuesday evening sees the Gorse Fox esconced in the industrial park on the outskirts of Tewkesbury. Most of his colleagues are in and around Worcester so GF has a quiet evening.
The football is on the TV, the room is fairly comfortable, and there's WiFi access.
GF thinks an early night is called for, with the thought (from Lois L Kaufman) "Old age is like underwear. It creeps up on you"
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