The Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen finished off yesterday with a fine meal at Saffrons. This is becoming one of the GF's favourite restaurants, and the Silver Vixen admitted it was the best meal out she had eaten in years... and so

"Excuse me, Miss" called the Gorse Fox
The waitress scurried over.
"My wife has been through the menu and finds there are too many choices for a single sitting. Would you be kind enough to reserve a table for us on Sunday evening. And you'd better make it a table for three, so that she can try twice as many dishes"

The waitress stared at the Gorse Fox for a moment. She looked at the Silver Vixen, who was suppressing a giggle. Then went off to make the reservation... not quite sure if the Gorse Fox had meant what he'd said.

The Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen returned to their hotel room, and switched on the Eurovision Song Contest - fortunately just late enough to miss the songs. This was, however, followed by the inevitable lottery of the scoring... which was riveting TV. The trick being to guess who each country will vote for before the votes are cast. GF seemed particularly adept at this... but in the ned was delighted ath the Finnish victory, that seemed to be the population of Europe thumbing their nose at the contest and saying a collective "up yours".

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