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It was grey today. Very grey, and in the end we actually got some rain. The Silver Vixen headed off for her Pilates and the Gorse Fox headed off for football. They have started some new roadworks just down from us and they are causing utter chaos. To avoid this we both zig-zagged out through the next estate to get to the bypass. This proved quick and trouble free.

The Gorse Fox playing in a charity tournament today. There were six teams playing in a round-robin league trying to raise funds for Prostate Cancer Research. Our team alone managed to contribute 227GBP which wasn't bad. We lost the first game 1-0 to a silly goal, but then won the next three games without too much trouble. In the last game we played to a draw. The last game was interesting as the players were all slightly older than the other teams, but they were a very physical bunch. One grabbed the Gorse Fox's arm as he went past and as a result got dragged along to the other end of the pitch (much to his surprise). Another hacked away at the Gorse Fox until the Gorse Fox pointed out to him that this was meant to be a non-contact game but if he wanted to turn it in a rugby match it may not turn out how he would like. He backed off at that point and left the Gorse Fox alone. Their goalie was inspired. The Gorse Fox had four good shots on target which he saved and the rest of the team also peppered the goal to no effect.

Back home the Silver Vixen arrived with Ellie. We spent a lovely afternoon keeping her out of mischief (or at least controlling the mischief).

We tried playing with the Duplo construction bricks, we tried reading books, we played chase, we watched CBeebies, we played with the magnetic letters to spell things on the fridge... we had great fun.

In the end she had worn herself (and Grandpa) out. The Silver Vixen took her up for a nap and then both of us had a quiet hour in the lounge before it all started again.

As the Gorse Fox writes this, there seems to be a lot of laughter and and a huge amount of splashing coming from the bathroom. Jasper has gone away to hide (quite sensibly).

As for the saga of the phones; the Gorse Fox has now been switched back to his original number. All is again well with the world and the mobile phone number he has carried for about 20 years is still with him. He notices that the pure cell service isn't as strong as the old Vodafone service, but as the phone can use a back haul over the internet it shouldn't cause too much of an issue.