Sore

Shoulder was still playing up so the Gorse Fox had to duck out of football this morning. Subsequent emails have revealed that it was probably a smart move as traffic was at a virtual standstill all round the area.

Felling sorry for himself. the Gorse Fox didn't really do much during the morning and by lunchtime had installed himself in front of the TV. The Silver Vixen had popped across to see Old Bill and Lady Penelope to see if they could provide cover for Jasper when we head off to bandit country for a family do in several weeks time.

Urban-Cub and Pistol Pete had invited us over for lunch so, mid-afternoon we zipped across to LA. Traffic was till gridlocked eastbound - but we were ok westbound. We had a lovely few hours and a delicious Sunday lunch... Lovely afternoon.

When we got home we found that Jasper had been sick on the carpets in four separate locations on the stairs and upstairs. Not quite the way we had intended to spend the early evening - but we set about the mess with tissue, water, bicarbonate of soda and a bit of elbow grease. Will have to leave this until tomorrow before vacuuming up - but hopefully it will do the trick.