Delving through the attic for a bag in which to pack the odd sliver of clothing for a future vacation, Gorse Fox realised that the old soft bag that he has been using is practically falling apart - zips parting from the fabric, fabric frayed, supporting rods broken.

GF feels a shopping expedition approaching. However, Urban-cub is getting her car today and will no doubt bring it round to show the Silver Vixen... this will delay things.

[File under: Diary]