Gorse Fox is home in the bosom of his family. The very comfortable BA flight arrived early and GF was back at the car in no time (having completely missed the client in the Arrivals hall). Out of the habit of nipping back and forth over the Atlantic, he succumbed to the a couple of hours in the arms of Morpheus once back at home.
The afternoon was taken up with a trip the PC World to replace the, now defunct, HP crap All-in-One printer, to pick up a chair fro the Silver Vixen's sewing room, and a new sewing machine that is prtable enought to be taken to he coven meetings**.

** Evidently tall black hats and black coats often get ripped.

[File under: Diary, HP Printer]