Cracking

Another cracking day.

We had a good turn out for football though there was a great deal of moaning about the heat. Not from the Gorse Fox, you understand, he is a believer in accepting the weather whatever it might be and making the most of it. (He would guess that's a lot easier to say living in Southern England, than it would be if he lived in Houston at the moment).

The usual six games were played. The Gorse Fox lost track of the game by game scores but thinks that in the end we finished up with three wins and three losses. No goals from your correspondent today, but a  couple of assists.

Back home the Gorse Fox headed round to Halfords. A roller blind was required to shade the baby seat. It was soon selected and whilst there the Gorse Fox also bought a dash cam. With the journeys that are in plan for the near future, a dash cam seemed like a little extra insurance (particularly as we are heading through bandit country). The nice chappie who sorted Urban-Cub's camera has agreed to install it late tomorrow afternoon. After that we should have everything GPS stamped and video recorded.

The Silver Vixen is doing the rounds of the Sonning Crew at the moment, providing Jasper-care instructions, feeding tutorials, and spot tests. It may be worth recording a YouTube video as a backup. You can't be too careful!

Incidentally, back on a motoring theme, the Gorse Fox managed to achieve an average of 62 mpg on the way across to Worthing this morning. This was quite impressive for an automatic, petrol engined car... and better than the official marketing figures for the vehicle. It's a shame that there was a diversion near the end of the journey that added several miles to the route and probably drank the fuel that he had otherwise saved.