Keys

Well Jasper was using us as a trampoline by six-thirty, but for some reason the Gorse Fox had been awake for an hour or so anyway. The Silver Vixen checked that his breakfast had opened up correctly - it had, and she came back to bed. The Gorse Fox decided enough was enough and got up. Ellie, on the other hand stayed asleep until eight.

We had the usual chaotic morning with staggered breakfasts, showers, and so forth while waiting for Ocado to arrive with the week's shopping. Cousteau-Cub had got most of her paperwork sorted out to renew her driving license - but needed the photo counter-signed. Fortunately Old Bill was happy to help, so we popped over to get that done. Urban-Cub an Pistol Pete turned up to collect Cousteau-Cub and Ellie and go shopping in Chichester. The Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox were invited to join them but the Silver Vixen had stuff to get ready for the holiday and the Gorse Fox had bits and pieces to do.

After some lunch the Gorse Fox headed into Bognor Regis to get his railway tickets for a trip next week. It's so convenient just being able to walk into the station, and get your pre-ordered tickets in a couple of seconds. From there he went on to Sainsbury's to get some keys cut. It seems sensible to ensure that Cousteau-Cub has keys for both our place and Urban-Cub's.

Back home he got distracted by an email regarding his family tree, and another branch of cousins in Australia. As a result he lost a few hours doing some more research and after another distraction has driven one branch of the Silver Vixen's tree a further generation and has discovered some new information regarding her grandfather.