Shorn

The Gorse Fox loves these cold, crisp, blue skies. There was a hard frost on the Orangery roof again overnight.

Not much planned for the day and plans like that tend to go off perfectly. The Gorse Fox started with the usual accounting tasks then treated himself to a walk around to the barber's shop. Apparently, cornrows are not deemed appropriate for a gentleman of his advancing years and receding hairline. Oh well, we are not due in Jamaica for a couple of months.

Back home, he returned to the study and spent much of the rest of the day finishing the filing of the transcoded videos, looking for services that will do transcoding for him, and generally fiddling about with old tapes.

Old Bill popped in for a chat this afternoon. It's always nice to see him and to catch up on all the latest bargains, holidays, cars, and so forth.