Laundry

 We were up fairly sharpish. It was a cold, crisp, and very clear morning. The sun had not yet deigned to show its face, hiding beneath the eastern horizon. At 7:15 Darren knocked on the door with Ellie. We immediately swung into the usual choreography. Particularly interested to see the finished version of Ellie's night sky poster, the Gorse Fox delved into the bag that had been handed over.

No poster. No school bag. No progress book. It quickly dawned on us that this was the wrong bag. In fact it was the bag waiting for the ironing service. The Gorse Fox donned his shoes and coat and headed round the corner to collect the correct bag.

It was too frosty for the Silver Vixen to chance going out, so the Gorse Fox took Ellie to school. Back home, there was coffee and some porridge before the Ocado delivery arrived. Then he zipped round to Sainsbury's for the top-up. By the time he got back the Silver Vixen was flagging and went back to bed until dinner time. She's feeling better than yesterday, but still not right.

The Gorse Fox spent some time going back through the records of some of the Silver Vixen's relatives. Some trees that he has seen online seem to wildly diverge from his research and he needed to go back and check. He went through his records, checked the source documents. and registers, downloaded some certificates and re-checked. His research was sound... and he can clearly see the mistakes in the the other trees and knows why they drew the wrong conclusions. As so many people just blindly copy other trees, it is a shame when you see a clear mistake being propagated across tree after tree.