Disallowed

Though there had been more heavy rain over night, the Gorse Fox woke up to bright sunshine. The Silver Vixen headed out for Pilates and the Gorse Fox made his way to Worthing for the football.

It was a relaxed affair with a fairly even spread of 6-a-side. One of the chaps brought his grandson along to keep us on our toes. The score ticked up very slowly - first us, then them, then us and so forth. The final score ended up 8-7 to the other team. The Gorse Fox had scored 3 goals but one had been disallowed. The ref "claimed" that the Gorse Fox had been running. He cannot believe such a thing could be true... so feels it a a moral draw of 8-8, even if it was an actual 8-7.

This afternoon, the Gorse Fox has been herding cats. He's been trying to arrange a lunch for the VM Old Gits. Attempting to get a date where we have a sensible quorum has been impossible - particularly if trying to factor in the dates when our US colleague is in the UK. In the end the Gorse Fox has made an executive decision. We will meet one Friday in July and people can take it or leave it. (There will be a further date in the autumn for stragglers).