Signals, fixings, and searches

Fairly productive start to the day with a completion of Tuesday's list. Fixings for the downstairs cloakroom, mirror for the bedroom, whiteboard for the study, and re-hanging the doors on the Silver Vixen's storage unit after they were bodged by the removals men. Very satisfying.

Next the Gorse Fox noticed a change in the display on the house phone. The phone line has been activated, finally. At first he was worried it was but a single phone line, but then realised he had a faulty telephone cable. A quick swap and it was apparent that all phone jacks are active. Now he can start working on the change of address cards as it is clear that the number they revealed several weeks ago is in fact the right number. Another 30 minute call with BT revealed, however, that it is still likely to be October before the Broadband is available.

Another neighbour is moving in today. It's nice to see them as they were somewhat constrained by a holiday that was booked and the end of their rental agreement.

The Silver Vixen went out for the afternoon, being Thursday. A quick trip to Chi followed by the after school sewing club that she helps with. This left the Gorse Fox and Jasper the cat. Jasper was under close supervision in the garden whilst the Gorse Fox called the various utility companies to ensure the accounts were closed for the rented house. All was going well until the door bell rang. The Gorse Fox answered to a chap offering window cleaning services. By the time he got back to the garden Jasper had disappeared.

The Gorse Fox started to search the garden, the downstairs rooms, the upstairs rooms and cupboards and all of the places he usually hides. Nada. Nothing. He then did another circuit with the box of treats that Jasper likes. Still nothing. The Gorse Fox was concerned. The Silver Vixen hadn't been gone for more than 30 minutes and the Gorse Fox had lost the cat. He peered over the fence where he had escaped last week. Then headed out to the front and walked round the local roads, alleys, and courtyards. Concerned neighbours were probably hiding behind their curtains watching as an old bloke with a strange case of Tourettes wandered about shouting "Jasper!". 

He returned home empty handed and hoped that the errant feline would find his own way back when it suited him. Taking one more spin round the house, he heard a rustle - there was the little devil hiding under the bed, snuggled right down between some storage boxes. He looked up the Gorse Fox as if to say "What?".