Sand Blasting

 As Ellie had been at home overnight, there was no hurry for us to get up this morning. As long as the Gorse Fox was ready for his school-run bodyguard duties, there was no hurry.

We had decided to live dangerously. We waited for the usual Ocado delivery but then, in a moment of utter madness, decided not to go to Sainsbury's. We would, instead, have a day of wild and abandoned fun. Thus, we put on our coats and headed to Chichester. The Silver Vixen wanted to raid M&S and the Gorse Fox had an appointment with the dental hygienist. Tradition, be damned. We were living life to the full.

The SIlver ~Vixen headed off to M&S while the Gorse Fox made his way to the dental surgery. The hygienist is a charming if somewhat condescending young girl who started by giving the usual lecture on the importance of dental hygiene. She then explained that she had a new machine which for an extra £10 she could use. This mixes warm water with a fine powder as it blasts your teeth clean (a bit like sand-blasting paint). The Gorse Fox decided to let her play with her new toy. As she and her assistant set to work, clouds of fine particles rose in the air above the Gorse Fox. It didn't take too long, and in the end, his teeth did feel immensely clean.

The Gorse Fox met up with the Silver Vixen as she was nearing the end of her raid on the Chichester shops. We headed off for some lunch. There was a 90-minute wait for a table at The Ivy, so we moved on. We decided to go to Crispin's. We have eaten there many times before and while it is simple fare, it is freshly cooked and always good value for money. We both selected their "Chilli con carne on a bed of potato wedges, with coleslaw and salad". Simple, but delicious. At least we will not need to eat again today.

Back home again, we spent what was left of the afternoon reading. Ellie popped in briefly on her way to, and later from the park with the Urban-Cub.