Light headed

 It has been a fairly ordinary day. No Hollywood stars came to visit, no politicians phoned for advice, and there was no call from Daniel Levy for the Gorse Fox to go a shore up the defence at Spurs. Instead, we had the delivery from Ocado, the bins were emptied, and life pottered on.

the Silver Vixen had arranged to go an help Urban-Cub sort out all of the boxes in her garage. The Gorse Fox, in the meantime, had to finish the weekly shopping at Lidl and Sainsbury's. The, on the way back, he stopped to see if there was much of a queue at the barbers' shop. There was. He went home dragging his locks with him. He put the shopping away and did the accounts, then set off on foot back to barbers'.

There was only one person waiting when he arrived, and one of the barbers was cleaning down and sanitising his work station. The Gorse Fox was called, the other guy was waiting for one of the other customers to finish, not a haircut. The Gorse Fox settled down. Slowly the operative hacked his way through the long, flowing locks. He trimmed the beard. He wrapped the Gorse Fox in hot towels and directed a flow of steam in his face. Finally he gave a facial massage. It was wonderful. The Gorse Fox is now feeling quite light-headed (and very cold around the neck).

Back home, the Gorse Fox had to wait for an Amazon delivery, but once that had arrived he wandered around to meet up with Silver Vixen and Urban-Cub. He was set the task of constructing Ellie's garden swing. He thought this would be fairly easy and fairly quick. Oh no, not on your nelly. It was a bit of a nightmare to put back together - not helped by Ellie asking if it was ready every 30 seconds, and her insistence on playing with the bits and pieces that the Gorse Fox needed. Never mind. In the end it was complete and secured to the ground with special pegs.