Giggling

 We had the opportunity to get out for lunch. The Gorse Fox had booked it a few days ago knowing that Urban-cub was at work and Ellie was still with Pistol Pete. We drove into Chichester (dropping off a mountain of presents at Cousteau-cub's so that Ellie wouldn't find them) and wandered into the Giggling Squid. At least the Silver Vixen did. The Gorse Fox realised he couldn't find his mask.  He headed back to the car. No. The mask was nowhere to be found. He picked up a spare disposable mask and headed back.

We had a lovely meal, having been greeted by the Manager like old friends. The food is always so good there and so tasty. It was also nice to go out by ourselves for a change.

When we left we strolled along to M&S. There was a short queue, but we waited only a few minutes. Once inside, we went straight to the turkeys. We wanted the large, stuffed, boneless turkey breast. There weren't many there, but we got one. We are sorted.