Filling

 It was another lovely day, but the clear blue sky and bright sunshine were deceptive. A chilly breeze was blowing and came as quite a surprise as we walked Ellie round to Dizzy Ducklings. (Urban-Cub had dropped her off with us at 7:30).

The Silver Vixen had an appointment this morning, so the Gorse Fox took care of the Ocado delivery and waited around for an Amazon delivery. Big Carl and his mate, Pete, came round to clean all the soffits and bargeboards and to clean the Orangery roof. By late morning the Silver Vixen was back, so the Gorse Fox left her in charge (as if she wasn't't, anyway) and headed off for the top-up shop. He was later than usual and his trip had obviously coincided with the local undertakers dropping off their zombies for their shopping. The idea of doing a quick shop soon evaporated as the Gorse Fox got trapped behind them as they shuffled up and down the aisles greeting each other time and time again, having forgotten they met in the previous aisle (and probably a previous life). The smell of formaldehyde was quite pervasive, and the in-store pharmacist threw up his hands and ran away to hide.

Back home, we again got a call to collect Ellie early. Her hay-fever was really troubling her. Fortunately, Urban-Cub had a good telephone consultation with the GP and had a prescription waiting. The Gorse Fox collected it ao that we could get her started. As these were eye-drops, it was not quite so easy. She was fine for the first drop in the first eye.... but that was that. She was not going to have the second eye done.

The Gorse Fox cooked some lovely thick pork chops for tea. They were delicious, but lethal. The Gorse Fox managed to lose a large filling (or half a tooth) as he relished the treat. Now he just has to hope it doesn't give any trouble before he can get it fixed.