Awake

 By 3:30 this morning the Gorse Fox was wide awake. He was determined to lie still and go back to sleep. Hi brain disagreed. His brain had started reflecting on the development of the book. When he tired of that it started to analyse the (ridiculous) Council Tax banding that Urban-Cub had just received. Then, when his brain started to switch off. his hip and his knee started to ache. Sleep was clearly going to evade him.

Once up and about he popped round to Urban-Cub's to meet them and walk with them to Ellie's school. It was a pleasant stroll in the cool (but dry) Spring morning.

Much of the morning was spent doing administrative chores, but once completed, the Gorse Fox returned to the nascent book. He listened to the oral history, recorded by Poopdeck Pappy. It was riveting, hearing how it was in the gun turret of a Naval cruiser during a battle. How he worked the cordite supply for the guns, clearing one charge every six seconds, and how they were temporarily disabled by shell from the Graf Spee. All of this filled in more details and enabled the Gorse Fox to construct more of a narrative for him. 

The afternoon saw more of a concentration on his children. Fortunately, one had a presentation available. This had been prepared for his local Rotary branch in Australia. This made it a little easier to construct his narrative. Now thug just has to get to grips with his 6 siblings. By now, the book has reached 140 pages, and the Gorse Fox hasn't started to edit it or elaborate further. He's hoping to have a draft for the weekend.

In other news, South Downs Leisure is restarting our football sessions next week. The Gorse Fox has managed to book an hour on Tuesday and ninety minutes on Wednesday. He suspects he will be as stiff as a board by Wednesday afternoon.