Time machine

 The day started much as usual. There was no obvious rent in the space tome continuum. People were going about their business as usual. The Gorse Fox strolled round to Urban-Cub and escorted her and Ellie to school. Back home he changed and then headed out for his football. (The Silver Vixen didn't go to Pilates today, though she did meet up with "the girls" for a coffee).

As Jack had picked the teams for today, we had the usual problem of all the established attackers on one team and the defenders and less mobile on the other. Again it was a bit like The Alamo as we tried to defend wave after wave of attacks. We did fairly well, all things being considered. The Gorse Fox managed to get a foot or leg to three balls which then whistled straight into our own net. Not the sort of hat-trick to boast about. The final score was about 6-5 to the attackers.

Back home the Gorse Fox returned to the family tree until it was time to collect Ellie. With the Silver Vixen's Great-grandmother now identified, it was fairly easy to trace her family. They, like so many families, seemed to stay in the same cluster of villages over a number of years. As a result, the Gorse Fox has managed, without too much effort, to drive that branch of the tree back to 1754 and suspects he can go further but ran out of time before the school pickup.

Cousteau-Cub popped in this evening, on her way back from work. It was lovely to see her, and Ellie commandeered her until dinner was ready. Once we had eaten and things were on an even keel, The Gorse Fox gave Cousteau-Cub a lift home and the Silver Vixen finished a sewing project for Ellie to give to her teaching assistant tomorrow.