We were up and about early. We had to get across to Urban-Cub's where we were scheduled to look after Ellie until Pistol Pete got in from work at lunchtime. As it was only a few hours it was probably easier to go there than one of them bring her across to us.
Once we arrived we managed to catch up with Urban-Cub for all the news before she had to head off to work. Then the Silver Vixen got Ellie washed and dressed and we spent a while playing until the sun had been working long enough to warm things up. Actually it had been chilly overnight but the skies were almost cloudless. Once things had warmed up it was really quite pleasant. We strapped Elli into her tricycle and headed off through the estate to a little play area on the edge of the development. She was delighted and ran from one piece of apparatus to the next - though didn't actually play much on any of them. In fact she seemed more interested in the gravel on the path than she was on the swings.
By the time we got her home, big sister Amber was home so we chatted with her and played with Ellie until it was time for lunch. It wasn't long after Ellie finished her lunch that Pistol Pete returned and we handed over to him and returned home. We had, however, managed to chat online with Cousteau-Cub during this time. Finally she seems to have turned the corner and her bloodworm seems to be returning to normal - though he liver is still a bit compromised. She's back at the doctor's on Monday before getting the flight back here where we can give her some tlc.
We've had a quiet afternoon. After a spot of lunch the Silver Vixen went to pick up her prescription and the Gorse Fox spend some time on the running machine. As he writes, the sun is dropping behind the neighbouring houses so the temperatures will start to fall. In the meantime he must decide what delights he will cook for dinner. He has some chicken thighs that he roasted the other day; they need to be finished today. The question is how will he prepare them? Living on the edge, eh?
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