The ramblings of an aging body housing a mind that still thinks it's 25!
Friday, April 26, 2013
The Gorse Fox woke early and decided to sneak out of be and get the day under way. He should have learnt by no that the the amount of noise he makes in the morning is inversely proportional to how quiet he is trying to be. Every door squeaks just that bit louder, he get a fit of sneezing or coughing, and today all of the loose change fell out of his pocket into the bath. He probably wouldn't have made any more noise if he'd got out of bed signing an aria from one of the great operas.