Fiestaval

 It wasn't as cold overnight as had been expected. That's not to say that it was a balmy morning with palm trees swaying in the Crescent, no. It was a heady 4C and compared the last few days, that was mild.

The Gorse Fox had his morning call with the cousins. It was fun, as usual. Lots of banter and a few stories and updates. It was as the call finished that Cousteau-Cub sent a message. She was off to look at cars and would update us later. Hopefully, they would select well.

There was some admin and some chores that needed attention. The Gorse Fox turned his hand to that for the rest of the morning.

The doorbell rang. It was Cousteau-Cub. "Come and look at my shiny new car" she said. There, parked outside was a bright red Ford Fiesta. It was 14 years old and has averaged about 5,000 miles per year. It looked immaculate and seemed to have new tyres all round. This, thought the Gorse Fox, was a sensible choice. It is a simple car and parts are inexpensive. If anything goes wrong, it should be relatively simple for any mechanic to diagnose and fix. At that point, the Coventry Hobbit arrived and we all went in for a cup of tea while Cousteau-Cub arranged her car insurance.

The afternoon has just been spent pottering about among the branches of the family tree. No huge breakthroughs, but lots of little bits have been filled in for some great aunts.