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We met up with Cousteau-Cub, Urban-Cub, and Ellie over breakfast at the hotel. There was a good spread, certainly better than many of the breakfasts the Gorse Fox had when he was travelling on business. There was no particular hurry so we took our time before retuning to our rooms to finish packing.

We set off just before 10 and headed back to the M4, across the bridge and back towards the east. Again, we stopped at Membury (which seems to be about the half-way point), where we caught up with the girls once more. A brief comfort break and a "coffee-to-go" only took a few minutes and we were soon back on the road. The journey was pretty unremarkable except, perhaps, for the fact that the traffic was so light.

We got home around one-ish. Other than unpacking, the first order of the afternoon was to clean the carpet where Jasper had been sick. Lady Penelope had kindly cleared the immediate debris, but the carpet itself needed some TLC. Out came the Bex-Bissell and bit by bit the carpet stains disappeared. Not completely, but with luck another treatment should see it sorted.

The rest of the day was fairly quiet and the Gorse Fox couldn't be bothered to cook so ordered some fish and chips. Now, he understands the theory of ordering in advance is that, on your arrival the food should be ready. Well, that's not quite how it worked. He received an email response to the order saying that it had been accepted and would be 20 minutes. Twenty minutes later he arrived at the fish and chip emporium, "Can I help you fine sir?" squeaked the adolescent behind the counter. "Yes, my good man. An order was submitted across the inter web. I am the Gorse Fox and have come to collect it" replied the Gorse Fox. The adolescent squeaked across the cooking apparatus to the fryer. The fryer said "oops" or some variation thereof. He hadn't even started on it. So the Gorse Fox waited. At least he knows that the portions were hot and fresh.