It was a bitterly cold start to the day. The frost on the Orangery roof was looked like finely etched crystal - fortunately we didn't have to go out too early and the frost had disappeared from the cars by the time we did.
The Gorse Fox headed off for football. Knowing the traffic would be bad through the roadworks on Rowan Way and on the a259, he left a few minutes early so that he could whip up through Tangmere onto the A27. It turns out that even that road has roadworks. We are trapped. It seem that the quickest way to Worthing would be to head to the beach and grab a jet ski. (Though perhaps that might be a little chilly at this time of year).
Football went well. Play for the red-bibs in the first hour, we won all three of our matches, only conceding one goal. Good defending, you see! In the second hour, the Gorse Fox played for the blue-bibs. This time we drew one game before winning the next two. The Gorse Fox managed to score, again. Again it was drive from well within his half of the pitch that shot into the goal above the goalie without him even moving. Very pleasing!
Back home he has spent much of the afternoon on the Family Tree. The advice from the developers looked, at first, as if it had worked but on further examination it clearly hadn't. He spent the afternoon trying to generate error reports to see where the problems lay, but the error reports showed everything as clear. Meanwhile he has 19 media items that are queued up waiting to be uploaded. Frustrating.
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