It was a lovely, lazy start to the day. The sun was shining, and the Gorse Fox had slept particularly well. Being Wednesday, the Silver Vixen had her Pilates scheduled, and the Gorse Fox was off to football.
Football was less enjoyable today. There seemed to be a lot of niggling arguments going on, and, frankly, the Gorse Fox was fed up with it. As he packed his kit at the end of the match he said he was heading back to the pre-school where he could play with 4 year-olds who knew how to play together better than this lot. We did lose 4-1, but that wasn't an issue - the Gorse Fox is happy to lose when people play nicely and we all try to play good football.
Narked, he returned home and, at the appointed hour, went to collect Ellie. He left the Siver Vixen at home - giving her that extra hour of peace before the 4-year old tornado sweeps in. Ellie was collected and we went across to the park. She played there with her friends for a good half an hour before asking if we could go on home. Off we went, but as we passed another park near Barton's School, she again stopped to play. We finally left the park and headed home to the Silver Vixen.
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