Keep taking the tablets

The Gorse Fox was first up, as usual. He had an hour or so to kill before Ellie stirred and woke Urban-cub and the Silver Vixen. This gave him a chance to read the papers (online), check his emails, and look at Face-ache while drinking a solitary coffee. He usually has two. The Silver Vixen had some tablets to collect from the pharmacy and the Gorse Fox said he would walk around there to collect them. The distance was such that two coffees may have caused a degree of discomfort!

Once everyone else was up and the time ticked towards 9, the Gorse Fox set off. It's only a couple of kilometres and is a pleasant enough walk through some nice open housing developments. He turned the final corner and felt quite smug seeing that there was no queue. As he got closer he noticed, additionally, that there were no lights on. Doh! It's Good Friday and they had decided not to open until 2pm. The Gorse Fox turned on his heels and retraced his steps, empty-handed.

Once home he retired to the study. The plan was to continue the battles with Barclaycard and with Virgin. The former involved launching a well-aimed cruise-email. The latter involved reading lots of options, lots of Ts & Cs, and then being referred to the phone number upon which he has already wasted many hours. Forget it. He will wait for them to contact him.

After lunch, he set off again. The lights were still off, but he was a couple of minutes early. The door burst open and the one person in the queue in front of him was called in. It was a strict one in and one out. The Gorse Fox collected the Silver Vixens tablets. He had forgotten how many there were and wondered if he should have brought a trolley (or pack mule) to take them home.

Once home, Urban-cub was getting Ellie ready to take to Pistol Pete for the weekend. The Gorse Fox settled down for a quiet hour or two in the garden.