Own account

We had a lot of rain overnight. We also had thunder. The thunder sounded as if it was directly overhead and spectacularly loud. Once the Gorse Fox had registered what was going on, he turned over and went back to sleep.

Old census record use the phrase "Own account" to define people who were independently comfortable and did not work. There was football scheduled for the Gorse Fox and the Silver Vixen was meeting with a friend to celebrate her birthday.  This meant that the Gorse Fox was on his own account for much of the day.

Football was the usual case of splitting into 4 teams then playing a round robin. The Gorse Fox was in "Green 1" and it looked like a well balanced team. The first game was probably our hardest, playing against a team with two of the most mobile and most industrious attackers. We held them to 1-1 draw much to our own surprise. The second game was a 2-1 win for us, but unfortunately the Gorse Fox gave away a penalty for their goal. (He kicked the ball while it was in contact with the line demarcating the goal area - this is a no no!). The final game looked as if it would be a hard game but with some stout defending and some slick passing we ended up 4-1 winners. The ref came to see us at the end of the game and congratulated us on "some lovely football".

Back home, the Gorse Fox had the afternoon "on his own account". After a bite to eat, he rested for a while then headed for the study. He spent the afternoon working on the family tree. Today the aim was to try and fill in further details for some of the DNA matches that he has. He picked two at random and traced the down through the generations. He ended up by adding nearly 20 new people to the tree.

The Silver Vixen got home with her friend at about 5:15. They had a cup of tea and chatted while the Gorse Fox prepared his supper. (The Silver Vixen ate out at lunchtime, and didn't need supper). This was the ideal opportunity to use up some pasta sauce that he had in the freezer from a previous meal.