Chino Magnets

It was a very respectable eight o'clock before Ellie woke this morning. This meant a very leisurely start to the day. By mid-morning Urban-cub had arrived to collect her. She stayed for some breakfast and then headed off to Chichester to spend some time with Cousteau-cub.

(The Gorse Fox didn't play football today. His foot seems to be on the mend, but he's going to give it a few more days before he puts any stress on it).

Once we were on our own, the Silver Vixen spent some time tidying her shoe collection while the Gorse Fox returned to the video editing. Two more videos were cranked out from 1991 and 1992. Once they were done he went through the video filing and then triggered the backup process. (Typically they are only backed up monthly because he doesn't usually do much editing, but he's not willing to leave so much work for another week without backup).

The Gorse Fox has started on supper. He has a problem. It doesn't matter if he wears an apron. If he does, the apron remains spotless. If he takes it off, then he can guarantee that his chinos will act as a magnet and suck oil from the cooking onto his legs. It happened again just now. Pale grey chinos splattered by the oil he was using to prepare the roast potatoes. Cooing stops. Various soaps and chemical treatments are applied to the trousers and they are now slopping around in a bubble-activated wash. Heavens knows if it will work, but he hopes so as they are new trousers! Wanders across the kitchen and puts on the apron.