Domestic God

The Gorse Fox is clearly a domestic god.

Eschewing the early morning TV (at least until after the election) he got started earlier. First there was some ironing to wade through, then as he was about to start on the week's accounts, Ocado turned up with the shopping.

Shopping packed away, the Gorse Fox downloaded all the previous week's transactions ready to do the accounts... but the Silver Vixen wanted to hit Chichester for some pet food, some cat litter, and some new bedding. We pottered in and sorted out the cat's stuff before wandering in to John Lewis for the bedding. Once sorted, we each had a voucher for coffee and a cake, so made our way to the restaurant before wandering off to browse.

On the way home we stopped at the Pet Food Warehouse. We looked for the recommended cat food and found something we thought might match the vet's suggestion. We decided to ask advice at the counter and were lucky to find a woman hovering nearby who happened to be a rep for the company. She was able to answer our questions and to give us some good clear advice. Serendipitous, eh?

Finally back home, the Gorse Fox has now completed the accounts. Normality has resumed.