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 A gentle start to the day saw the Gorse Fox wander downstairs at 7:30 and put the coffee on. There was no agenda for the day. As he contemplated the meaning of life over the life-affirming coffee he delved into the day's news. There was movement upstairs. He switched on the kettle. The Silver Vixen would be greeted with a fresh cup of tea when she came down.

At 9:00, the Gorse Fox had the cousins' call. Whilst we had the usual banter, it was good to hear from Chris. He's a few hundred kilometres from the epicentre of this week's earthquake, and they could feel their apartment block shaking. They decided, for safety's sake to relocate to a country cottage for a couple of days but are now back home.

When the call was over, the Gorse Fox cracked on with the editing and formatting of the 2019 blog extract. This has taken all day but is now complete. It was easy to get up and leave it, then come back to it as various interrupts occurred. One such interruption was Darren. He came over to look at the vent in our bathroom. This has, on two occasions, dripped into the bathroom. The Gorse Fox concluded that it was the moist air extracted from the bathroom, condensing and dripping back into the room. This seemed likely as it had only happened on two days when the external temperature was well below zero. Darren made his way across the joists in the loft and examined the extractor. Sure enough, the vent pipe wasn't adequately insulated, and the ceiling vent was not a tight fit. The former problem was solved immediately by redistributing some of the loft insulation. The latter problem will need some silicon sealer and will be done later.

While Darren was in the loft, he noticed that a vent pipe was not connected to the roof vent. In fact, the roof connection was hanging upside down and not connected to the roof. He fixed that while he was there. He's a good lad!

While all this was going on, the Silver Vixen has been doing a blitz-clean of the Orangery. It has taken her much of the day, but she's finished now.