Who yer gonna call?

The Gorse Fox had just dragged himself downstairs. He hadn't even filled the coffee machine when the phone rang. It was Urban-Cub. She had received a call from her child-minder who's child was poorly and heading for hospital. G-force to the rescue. The Gorse Fox hopped in the car and headed for LA to pick up Ellie. Traffic was slow, but we were home within the hour and certainly before the roadworks on the A259 had any serious impact.

Coffee was the first thought. For the Gorse Fox, not Ellie. She had her breakfast under the watchful eye of the Silver Vixen. The Silver Vixen, however, was due at the hairdresser so the Gorse Fox would be in sole command. This meant that in the general hierarchy of things he had risen and was now only superseded by Jasper and Ellie.

There were no problems. She chuckled and chortled, then mid-morning demanded a bottle. Filled with warm milk, the Gorse Fox took her up to her cot where she slept for a while. Indeed she only woke when Pistol Pete arrived at midday to collect her. He had been at an interview and was fairly happy with the way it had panned out. Later we got a call from Urban-Cub to say that he had got the position and this was a huge relief to us all as it meant that he could transfer from Lewes to Ford (which is just round the corner from home).

The Silver Vixen arrived back just as the Gorse Fox finished an hour on the running machine. We grabbed a snack for lunch then the Gorse Fox headed out for a quick raid on Sainsbury's. Fresh salad is on the menu for tonight along with some grilled chicken.