Order restored

 After a superb curry last night and an evening of channel hopping - trying to avoid programmes that the Gorse Fox would watch with the Silver Vixen, he had an early night and read before switching the light out. Jasper had spent the evening climbing onto the arm of the Gorse Fox's chair, staring meaningfully into his eyes, and wondering where his normal perch - the Silver Vixen - was.

The Gorse Fox was up and just finishing his first coffee before going up for a shower. The doorbell rang. That was inconvenient! It was DPD with a delivery for a neighbour who had clearly not heard, or ignored the bell. It wasn't a problem - the Gorse Fox was, after all, up.

The first item on the agenda was the cousins' call. Nothing too much to report - just 30 minutes of inane banter, as usual. The Gorse Fox then returned to decorations. A final sweep to find the one item that always gets forgotten. No sight of it. It will remain hidden until everything is packed away. Then there was the annual "stuff the Christmas tree back in its box" exercise. This should be an Olympic sport as it involves a number of skills including wresting, tying, stuffing into a box, wrestling the box closed and tying it closed. This is something for which there should be a training program and points awarded for speed, neatness, and storability.

After lunch the Gorse Fox watched the FA Cup game between Spurs and Portsmouth. A 1-0 win for Spurs. He then watched the Silver Vixen and Cousteau-Cub make their way home from London by following their GPS trace online. 

The Silver Vixen is now home and the fabric of the Universe is, once more, complete. It is clear that they had a wonderful time... and recommend the Premier Inn at Wimbledon South as a good base from which to raid the capital.