Despite a good day at work, the Gorse Fox is frustrated. A letter arrived from the solicitor, and again the buyers’ solicitor is prevaricating. GF is so cross that he cannot respond tonight. This will take a cool head in the morning.
Meanwhile, in the real world, the Silver Vixen spent the afternoon out at the shops with Urban-cub looking for the odd items that will assist the smooth running of life in general. She shuffled through the front door behind a stack of storage crates of various sizes and accompanied by a nice table runner for the seemingly mythological new house.