Studs

It turned into a day of epic rainfall. Local animals had started to queue up two-by-two and they kept checking on where Noah was. Needless to say, the Gorse Fox had picked today to return to football. Fortunately, he had a nic waterproof training top that he could wear, but that didn't stop his legs from getting soaked.

It was a good game, with the sides quite evenly balanced (or at least, so it seemed). The Gorse Fox was wearing his knee brace and trying very hard to take things carefully. We started to make progress. We were well organised at the back and were able to play the ball forward without too much trouble. Slowly, we started to get the odd goals. By half time, we were 4-0 ahead. Krakatoa Jack decided that we needed to swap a player, donating himself to the orange team and give us (the yellows) Peter the Vague. Despite this, we continued to control the game and the final score was 6 or 7 nil. The Gorse Fox failed to score.

Back home, it has been a quiet afternoon. The Silver Vixen, who had been to Pilates, stopped off to see Urban-cub on her way through. Then once she was home and had had some lunch she went to a couple of neighbours to drop off Xmas presents from Mark the Cat Whisperer to their cats.

As the Gorse Fox writes this a ragu is bubbling away on the hob. Now he just needs to decide on the pasta.