Sparks

The Gorse Fox is just reporting in to reassure the readership that he survived.

Now, at his age you may assume this is just relief at waking up to another summer’s day. He can’t deny that is a bonus.

More pertinent, however, is the fact that he had to “do things” in the proximity of electricity. Being a technologist you might assume that GF and electricity are on first name terms and that he revels in constructing his own power stations and so forth. This is far from the truth. To the Gorse Fox electricity is nothing short of dangerous magic that mysteriously pervades the wires that circle the house – and is just waiting to leap from a socket and consume your very essence at the slightest provocation.

Wearing rubber boots, rubber gloves, and wielding insulated tools he ventured to the garage and selected a circuit breaker to disable. Checking that the sockets to be replaced were inert and the beast within, sleeping. The Gorse Fox proceeded to mount new wall sockets to replace old, cracked ones. Satisfied that the mechanical nature of the job was completed to his satisfaction he returned to the circuit breakers and re-ignited them.

There was no huge flash. There was no bang. All remained under control… and the Gorse Fox had survived another adventure with the forces of electricity.