Referee!

 Ellie woke at six, but after a quick wee, she settled back down until the light changed on her clock and she trundled in to us at six-thirty. She was quiet happy to lie between us and watch the tablet.

Urban-Cub arrived in time to walk, with the Gorse Fox, round to Dizzy Ducklings. She explained that she had had a really good shift until the last few minutes. Then she realised she had mislaid the keys and couldn't lock the shop up! Eventually, she tracked down a local member of staff who had a spare set and was able to shut up shop.

Back home, the Gorse Fox was sorting her wardrobe and the Gorse Fox retired to the study. An email had popped in from a cousin. He was updating the Gorse Fox on some of his data. After a preamble, going through his employment history, he explained that he was now a fully qualified football referee. He proceeded to prove this by sending some photos where he had misidentified his own daughters.

As we we're getting lunch, the Silver Vixen received a phone call from Dizzy Ducklings. Ellie was having real problems with her hay-fever. We went along to pick her up early and she has spent a quiet afternoon with us, inside, sheltering from the pollen. (The pollen is so bad, that you can actually see it collecting in kerbsides, like fluff).