Thick

The Gorse Foc thought he had awoken early. The shift in the clocks (one had moved from the mantle to the bedside table) and the low cloud conspired to delay any substantial light. It was a day where we would decide on plans as the mood took us.

The Gorse Fox collected the morning papers to read further revelations of the contempt with which the ruling classes view the electorate and their money. That moved the Gorse Fox to write... but more on that at a later date.

Eventually we decided to head for the hypermarket near Adeje. After stroll round and the selection of a few bits and pieces the varity failed to hold the interest and so we headed back to the villa. Fortunately we have plenty to amuse us there and made the most of the time.