Sentient

 The Gorse Fox seems to have developed a cold. It came on yesterday evening and this morning he has a voice like the late Barry White. He doesn't feel too bad, but is frustrated to have succumbed.

Storm Bella hit last night. It seems that we were lucky. Many parts of the country are flooded or clearing up from blown debris. We didn't get off scot-free but picking up an empty dustbin hardly constitutes a major clear-up. Once it had blown through, we had a sunny day. Urban-Cub took the opportunity to go out with Ellie and meet up with a friend.

The Silver Vixen spent some time planning things for her sewing room (which will probably move when Urban-Cub and E~llie move to their own house).

The Gorse Fox spent much of the day working on the budgets and refining the accounts spreadsheet for next year. Each year he starts with the previous year's s/s and refines it a bit more for the new year, then goes though the various items to estimate the new budgets. This year is no different. A further refinement has added another level of sophistication. The s/s is becoming sentient.