Birthday

Back in the days when the Gorse Fox wore flared trousers and a purple polo neck sweater and the Silver Vixen had a kaftan - today was special. It was the day that we were blessed with Cousteau-cub. It may have been 5:15 in the morning, but she was a wonderful gift. The Silver Vixen had been semi-conscious on pethadin and who-knows-what and she insisted on calling the amply-proportioned midwife a jolly green giant, but somehow she managed to complete the mission. Happy Birthday, Cousteau-cub. 

We spent much of the day trying to call Cousteau-cub, but to avail. Hopefully she will see the Facebook messages and read this.

The Gorse Fox has spent the rest of the day in close orbit of the adminisphere. bills to check up on, receipts to scan and shred, phone calls to make. It appears that we cannot install the gas fire that we wanted without reducing the bore of the flue. Gorse Fox is now chasing other options to see if problem is endemic in gas fire design, or a limitation of one manufacturer.

Finally all the empty boxes have been collected by the removals chaps. The garage looks surprisingly accessible again - though not enough to house the car, yet.