Urodzonych

 Well that was an interesting night. Unusually Ellie did not sleep through. In fact, at 1:28 she came and plonked herself in our bed. The Silver Vixen determined that she was cold. After a while, once warm again, the Silver Vixen took he back to bed and tucked her in. She slept through from that point.

She was the lucky one. Soon after 2:00, Urban-Cub received a call from the alarm company. Her supermarket had been broken into. The police were on their way and she had to ge and meet them. So it was that he day began many hours earlier than scheduled. The worst part was, other than the damage, the whole incident was for the theft of a few bottles of vodka, several of which got dropped and broken in the escape.

We had no idea this was going on. It was only when we were sorting Ellie's breakfast that we got the call from Urban-Cub to tell us. There was nothing we could do, so we continued the usual morning protocol and got Ellie off to school.

With Old Bill and Lady Penelope returning from Jamaica in the next 48 hours, the Silver Vixen went and retrieved their milk from the freezer and left it to defrost slowly, so that they could make some tea when they got home. The Gorse Fox, meanwhile, sorted himself out and headed across to Worthing for football.

Football was interesting. It was clear from the start that our team was the weakest. We fought hard but lost the first game, 2-0. The second game was a similar score. The worrying part was that our attack hadn't had a single shot in either game. The Gorse Fox, however, had had four our five shots, coming through from defence. (They were all saved, or off target). In game 2, the Gorse Fox turned to find a player on all fours. The play had not been close to him. He was suffering a dizzy spell. We stopped the game and forced him to leave the pitch - refusing to restart the game until he had gone. The silly so-and-so sat out the next few minutes but then rejoined the action in the 3rd game.

The Gorse Fox played a few minutes in goal, during the last game. He saved several blistering shots, but also let a few in. The problem was that our team were tiring and there was, quite literally no defence. It was encouraging that as the Gorse Fox took one thunderbolt in the chest, his watch switched into emergency mode and checked that he hadn't fallen, and was all right. If he hadn't;t cancelled it, it would have called emergency services.

Bay home this afternoon, the Gorse Fox has been looking at Polish parish records (particularly birth - urodzonych- records). Fortunately, many are written in Latin, which the Gorse Fox can interpret moderately well. The Polish ones, however, are another matter. The problem he has is that the specific records for which he is looking are remaining hidden at this moment

(The Silver Vixen has been out with a friend all day. They went up to an exhibition at Ramster Gardens and she only got home at about 17:15).