Back to work

 No. Not really. There is, however, a buzz that retirees experience on the first day after a Bank Holiday. That buzz says to you "Not my problem anymore. Let's go back to sleep".

The Gorse Fox went round to Zoe's to meet her and Ellie before school. Ellie lost her second front tooth over the weekend. It doesn't seem to trouble her in the least. She was ready and eager to get to school so the Gorse Fox performed his usual security escort to the classroom door. (It is not so much that she needs a security detail, it is more that everyone else does when she is hyped up and ready to learn).

Back home, suitable caffeinated and filled with toast and honey, the Gorse Fox and Diane planned a quick trip to the charity shop to deliver some clothes and shoes. This was to be followed by a stop at the pet store to collect some cat litter. The former task was completed, but the latter failed. They had none. Back home, the Gorse Fox checked another local branch. They had some but it couldn't be reserved without using their Click and Collect service. The Gorse Fox logged on and tried to buy two bags. He was denied. Their system said they had none in stock. He hopped in the car and drove to Chichester, marched to the back of the shop and picked up two of the bags they didn't have. Sorted.

Much of the rest of the day has been focused on the 2011 blog extract and preparing it for printing.