People often cite a Confucian curse "May you live in interesting times." I fear today has been interesting.
It all started when the Gorse Fox turned on his mobile phone first thing this morning. It immediately started to chirrup its indication that there were inbound messages. Nothing quite makes your stomach sink so low as a message from your daughter, the other side of the world, saying please phone URGENTLY.
Cousteau-cub had left such a message and so began a game of cat and mouse tring to get through to her on her mobile phone in an area that has notoriously poor signals. Given the recent tectonic history of SE Asia, the news was switched on and GF continued to try and get through... leaving texts and messages.
Eventually, we gave up. Vowing to try again after a walk the Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox headed down to the sea witha view to walking along to Los Abrigos.
As soon as we were en route the phone rang. It was Urban-cub. She had heard from C-c, and she was in a spot of bother. It turns out she had had a person-vs-concrete step incident and twisted her ankle and broken her jaw. The jaw needs to be pinned and wired.
Phoned calls batted back and forth between us and U-c, U-c and C-c, and eventually us an C-c. Fortunately, she is well enough to travel and is now trying to sort out flights home in order to get the jaw stabilised and set.
This rather took the wind out of our sails. We finished a nice 4.5 mile walk (never making it to Los Abrigos, and acquiring a small blister en route), had a cold glass of Sangria and despite the fabulous wall to wall blue sky, sat out in the garden with our books.
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