It was a little damp this morning, but there was no real rain. The Gorse Fox took some stuff round to Urban-cub but as she was taking Ellie by car, he dropped the stuff off and headed home. As he came back he was accosted by a neighbour who wanted to thank him for the defense of the Italian Garden. We had a short chat. He had spoken to one of the protagonists and suggested that the green space at the entrance to the development (outside her house) would make a far better car park. She stormed off in a huff and has not spoken to him since.
The Gorse Fox had football this morning. In a fashion to which he has become accustomed, he found himself on a team that looked destined to be massacred. In fact, he commented that once the opponents had got to 10-0 we should shuffle the personnel. Our yellow team decided to defend resolutely but pass the ball around as much as possible. We scored the first goal, but then the oranges started to get a rhythm and drew ahead. We kept at it and by half-time were only one goal behind. In the second half, our passing was making a difference and a number of timely interventions at the back stopped them from rebuilding their lead. Eventually, we evened things up then pulled ahead. At the final whistle, we were 2 goals ahead. Very satisfactory.
Back home the Gorse Fox has been feeling a little under the weather. In fact, he made dinner for Ellie (who is staying with us overnight) and the Silver Vixen but just limited himself to some toast and honey. Hopefully, he will feel better in the morning. He certainly feels pretty naff at the moment.
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