The weather forecast implied that the Gorse Fox was going to get wet - so far he has managed to avoid such an imposition, though he did have to whip out his brolly at one point for a twenty yard dash through the afternoon monsoon.
The Gorse Fox soothes himself with the thought that this time next week he will be en route to Thailand with the Silver Vixen and Urban-cub.
A chap on the train is talking to Thea, Niamh, and Purdy - his daughters. All very interesting for them, but judging by the rolling eyes in the carriage - he is in a minority of one.
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