Friday, August 11, 2017


So we provided grandparents bed and breakfast for Miss Ellie. She was an absolute joy. But what about karma? Why is it that she slept from 7 yesterday evening to 7:30 this morning... yet Urban-Cub and Cousteau-Cub (in concert with British Aerospace) managed to wake us every night for seven years between them.
Don't misunderstand, the Gorse Fox hopes this continues - at least when she stays with us, but she certainly seems content.

We met up with Urban-Cub and Pistol Pete for lunch at The Old Stables. It was a celebration for her birthday. The restaurant was busier than usual and understaffed due to sickness but the two staff that were there tried their best to keep everyone happy and did a pretty good job. Needless to say there were a few elderly people who made a fuss - but there are always some people who are so self-absorbed that they don't realise the constraints within which others have to operate.

We had a good meal and the Gorse Fox tried some Wagyu beef in a burger. He would love to wax lyrical about the flavour and texture, but frankly it just tasted like a good home made burger.

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