No prude

 The Gorse Fox was awake early but forced himself to stay in bed until 7:00. Then, enough was enough; his painful hips had had enough. It was time to be upright and moving around. (The Gorse Fox may not have mentioned it before, but he has considerable discomfort from his hips and thighs overnight; the football may not help but never mind. He will survive).

The morning started with the cousins' call. The Gorse Fox used a photo of the back garden as a background today. After the last few weeks of backdrops he had to convince them that this was really our garden.

It turns out that Simon, in Oz, was currently paying 4 Australian Dollars for a lettuce, so Maggie showed off her wealth by giving us a video tour of her garden with 10 lettuces ready to pick.

Once the call was over, the Gorse Fox had some spare time before taking Old Bill to the eye clinic. 

The previous operation he had on his eyes had been successful but the regrowth of skin cells had been a little ambitious and needed to be dealt with. The Gorse Fox drove him across to Whitely (where the Silver Vixen had been several years back). We parked up and Old Bill went into the clinic for his remedial treatment. 

The Gorse Fox sat in the car and watched various TV episodes on his iPad. Nothing grabbed his attention for long... but, as he was debating the next distraction, Old Bill emerged from the Clinic. We had a quick run home and the Gorse Fox spent most of the afternoon sitting with the Silver Vixen in the garden.