There were no specific plans. Some physio for the Silver Vixen, and then a couple of members of her coven were coming round to practise their nefarious activities. Then a phone call changed the shape of the day with a call for help from one of her dear friends who is in a savage decline at the mercy of various cancers. Without hesitation (except to get dressed) the Silver Vixen went along to console, give comfort, and to accompany her to a nearby hospice.
Everything else seemed a little trivial. Angus considered charging by the pound as he started to thin out the Gorse Fox's hair, it is so long since it was hacked back.
Then GF returned to his study (or is machine room) and sat between four computer consoles and completed the customisation of the SV's new machine and the development of what seems to be an entirely satisfactory file sharing and vback scheme. More on that in the next post.
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