Boots

The alarm went off soon after seven. The Silver Vixen had a hair appointment in Chichester and though it wasn't until later, she was getting a lift in with Old Bill and Lady Penelope. The Gorse Fox was off to play football.

The forecast was for wet weather to set in around lunch time. As the Gorse Fox set off it was damp and foggy. By the time he had pulled on his boots and shin pads and was playing the last of the games today, it was raining steadily. The football wasn't as bad as he expected it to be. It's been a while since he's played, but he managed to play well, and scored the winning goal in our first game. Very satisfying to get back into it so quickly. In the end our yellow-bibs won the mini-league today.

Back home it was raining heavily. The Silver Vixen had planned to use her bus pass to get back, but the Gorse Fox sent a text offering to collect her as the weather was so bad. She leapt at the suggestion and as he writes this, the Gorse Fox is awaiting her summons,