A low profile day

Lorraine and Beth off to Basingstoke, and I had a day of doing what I wanted, so quietly wrote and rehearsed for next week and had a chat with Mum, and sat about in the garden reading.

Not feeling particularly energetic nor sociable, but happy enough and pleased to see Lorraine when she got home from the long round trip. As we were getting ready I looked out of my study and saw the fox next door splaying her legs with nine cubs feeding and cavorting and charging about her and the garden. They are incredibly sweet things, but I could really damage our garden.

Enjoyed going out this evening to the Shahi for a cheeky curry with Lorraine. We'd not been there for a while, and it was relaxing and fun to strap on the nosebag there. We were commenting on how it is a good idea to live further away as at least you have the opportunity to burn up some post-curry calories walking up Beaky Villas afterwards. Home to Match of the Day. All well.

Below the fox next door among a melee of cubs.


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