Shards

 It was another very cold star to the day. Again, the sun was cowering beneath the eastern horizon when the Gorse Fox opened up the shutters. Due to staff shortages, plan had changed and Urban-Cub was now working a later shift. This meant that she was able to get Ellie ready and take her to school. The Gorse Fox  wandered round to escort them.

The Silver Vixen was clearly a lot better this morning, thank goodness. We had a leisurely breakfast and then the Gorse Fox started on some domestic chores. This where things went wrong. He was all very good at vacuuming the hallway and kitchen/family room, but when he started to wash the hallway floor, his elbow caught the table lamp. Gravity took over and, accelerating at 32 feet per second per second, it reached the floor. The convergence of a ceramic lamp and a solid tiled floor is wonderful to behold as the molecular bonds that keep the ceramic together disengage. Shards (or strictly speaking sherds) of ceramic material distribute themselves into every possible nook and cranny. To complete the disaster, the lamp caught a small pot as it fell. This pot contained essential oils. The essential oils decided to join in the fun and lubricated every surface within range - table top, wall, floor, skirtings. The Gorse Fox had made a right mess.

It took ages to get it all cleared up and even now, there is still a slight mark on the wall. He will attack it again over the weekend.

We collected Ellie from school at the allotted time and brought her home for dinner. She was just finishing that as Pistol Pete arrived to collect her for the weekend.

Net on the agenda was Jasper. The Silver Vixen was worried that he may have a problem so booked an appointment with the vet. They were concerned enough that they suggested we come along for 17:30. We snuck up on him and deposited him in his carrier without fuss or incident. The roads were clear so we arrived with plenty of time to spare. They only allow one person in the waiting area, so the Gorse Fox went for a stroll around Hobbtcraft, next door. There were some wondrous art materials and devices in there and the Gorse Fox had to keep his hands firmly in his pockets. After a while, he went back to the vets. A few minutes later the vet came and delivered here diagnosis. It seems he may have had an upset tummy, but there appeared to be nothing wrong. We should give him a conservative diet for a few days and keep an eye on him. Other than that there was nothing much to do unless he seemed to get unwell.

That was a relief.