After dropping the car at the garage for it's first service, Gorse Fox got stuck in to a varied day of work. First on the agenda was to prepare some slides for a presentation to troops in one of Starfleet's other departments. Having finished that GF is quite chuffed with the completed article.
Then it was back to day job, and catching up on the progress made by some of the trolls that GF referenced in yesterday's post. By late afternoon it was time to manage the weekly call for the preselection of candidates for Starfleet's inner circle of technical specialists. Hopefully we will put forward 7 or 8 candidates for election this year, if they make they mark.
Silver Vixen was outfit the day with the Gorse Fox's sister. They met up in Chichester to drink tea, eat paninis, and cause fear and confusion in the clothes, shoe, and bag shops of this genteel town.
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