Rainy days

It is pouring. It's dark, it's grey, but at least it's fairly mild.

Urban-cub is having problems with her back, so the Gorse Fox has agreed to collect her from work and take her to the Chiropractor in Littlehampton, and then take her back to work. She's working hard in the day and during the evenings at present, so let's hope this manipulation will sort her out.

I need to go and get my Christmas present for the Silver Vixen after that. Currently I have several ideas, but none of them are a total certainty at this point.

The Gorse Fox has received a mailshot (as I suspect did most people on the Gorse) inviting people to step forward as candidates for the Parish Council. The Gorse Fox is tempted. It would be nice to give something back to the community. I guess the question is whether I will have sufficient time. I have tried to phone the contact numbers but both remain unanswered at this time... will try again later.

Took Urban-cub to the bone-cracker in Littlehampton. She diagnosed her problem and gave her some treatment, but she will need to take care and return for a further session early in the new year.

Cousteau-cub phoned and confirmed she had cancelled her trip and was trying to pluck up the energy to go down into Brighton for some last minute shopping. She sounded pretty perky, all things considered. She phoned again later to say that after a couple of beers the whole shopping experience becomes more bearable!

Much of the rest of the day the Gorse Fox spent digging out the right Christmas gifts for the Silver Vixen. Shuttling from shop to shop; following this theme or that; discounting some ideas, chasing others then dismissing them; browsing shops that he would never normally approach... and eventually gaining the inspiration required. The shopping was complete.