The bump came at seven. The Gorse Fox was awake. He didn't want to be, but his body clock had reverted to normal and demanded his attention. A strong coffee beckoned and the Gorse Fox thought "who is he to ignore the call?".
The Silver Vixen and Cousteau-Cub stumbled down the stairs a while later. Cousteau-Cub had an appointment at the bank before work and also wanted to vote so the the Gorse Fox walked her round to the Polling Station to show her where it was and the quickest route back to her bus stop. Back home the Silver Vixen was well on top of the post-holiday washing, making the most of the lovely weather to get stuff out on the line.
We had to pop across to collect Jasper, late morning. As usual Mark had taken exquisite care of him and Jsper seemed a bit reluctant to come home. He complained the whole way back in the car, but once inside the house he was quickly back to his usual self. He's done a complete tour of the property, inside and out, and is content that we haven't changed anything without his permission. He's back, and he's back in charge.
Domestic duties continue to be the focus. The accounts were brought up to date, thought there are still some statements to check. Then we hit Sainsbury's with vengeance. It didn't take too long but we did seem to come back with a huge amount of stuff.