The Gorse Fox was delighted to wake up and realise that it was a Bank Holiday and, as such, he didn't have to go to work. Then again, as he is retired, it was one of 365.25 holidays he has every year. He still finds it immensely hard to come to terms with this fact and frequently dreams of meeting he is due to attend with colleagues or clients. You would have thought that, after 8 years, he would have settled.
The weather today has been gorgeous. Sunny and warm, without being hot. The Gorse Fox and the Silver Vixen had the usual shopping schedule this morning but then went to the plant nursery at Shopwhyke for some shrubs that the Silver Vixen wanted for the raised bed. Once the shrubs and accompanying compost was suitably ensconced in the garden, we settled down to a quiet afternoon.
We watched the fly past for Her Majesty's Platinum Jubilee during lunch. It was wonderful to see so many people in The Mall supporting the Queen and a shame that the Woke BBC, in an uncharacteristic moment of balance, had to point out that not everyone supported the Monarchy (that has served us so well for a 1000 years). As far as the Gorse Fox is concerned, they can leave and live in some republic somewhere, where they end up with a Trump, Macron, or a Putin as head of state.
We spent the afternoon in the garden. The Silver Vixen was listening to the radio through her AirPods, and the Gorse Fox was listening to Simon Evans through his. It was a lovely afternoon and was filled with laughter.
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