Adapt, adapt, adapt

 Though we had changed our phones to allow overnight calls, we had heard nothing. We assumed that Urban-Cub and Ellie had survived the night without incident. We went down for breakfast and waited for news. 

Cousteau-Cub was first to make contact. Though we had offered for them to come to us on Christmas Day, they decided to stay at home, leaving it until Boxing Day. Eventually, we heard from Urban-Cub. There were still no results from her test, but we needed to get Ellie tested. She didn't have any symptoms, but in order for her to see Pistol Pete over the Christmas break, we needed to show that she was fit and healthy - what's more he could take care of her while Urban-Cub was still isolating. The Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox collected Ellie and whipped round to the local testing centre. Swabs taken and deposited, we now await the results.

Urban-Cub had planned to do her shopping at work. The kibosh was definitively put on that. The list was sent to the Gorse Fox and he headed out into the Wild West (actually east) that was Sainsbury's. It was an absolute zoo. People were absolutely oblivious of each other and there were severalMexican stand-offs and the carnage of gridlocked trolleys. The Gorse Fox maintained his calm, somehow, and filled the shopping bags. There were only a couple of items he couldn't find. He checked out and headed for Lidl. Bleach was finally located and purchase. Then he remembered he was meant to get raspberries. He headed across to Aldi. Raspberries were added to the trolley and he was done. It had been several hours, but at least the Urban-Cub should be set for the duration of her isolation. (Otherwise, the Gorse Fox will have to do another trip).

Now we just have to wait for the various test results.