A bit narked

 The day was grey to start with. There had been a lot of overnight rain, but it had stopped by the time we had breakfast. Urban-Cub dropped Ellie and headed off to Southampton for a meeting. Ellie had her breakfast and, once ready, we took her round to school.

Back home, the Silver Vixen got her stuff together and headed off to Angmering for her Pilates. The Gorse Fox followed a few minutes later for his football.

Football started well. The first half was very tight and quite enjoyable. Unfortunately, we didn't have a ref today, so it was ref-by-committee. This was fine in the first half, but as people tired in the second half it started to get silly. People claiming for non-existent fouls, people calling out running, and strangely, all of the imaginary offenders were on the Gorse Fox's team. You may have guessed that we were winning. The Gorse Fox snapped about ten minutes from the end when he jogged off the pitch to collect a ball that had gone out. "Running" went the cry... The Gorse Fox turned round and told them that he didn't give a **** as all sense of fair play had clearly been lost. He carried on doing his defending and, when necessary to catch a runner, lit up his after-burners. Nobody got passed. If nothing else he got some exercise.

Back home we had a quick lunch as we were due at the school for a 6-week workshop. This was aimed at the parents of the new starters to help them understand what was being taught and how they could help. Well, that was the theory. In actual fact, the meeting had been cancelled but we had not been informed.

Urban-Cub was back in time to collect Ellie, take her home, get her changed, and take her back for a Halloween Disco with her class. Though she was apprehensive, apparently she thoroughly enjoyed it in the end.