Just stuff

The furniture store rang. All their stock of the bed range we had chosen is suffering from the same defect as the one we rejected. they invited us to go and choose an alternative or accept a refund. The Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen went back to the shop. There was no suitable alternative so they refunded our money without quibble. Now we have to find a bed that will suit the spare room.

As the Silver Vixen went off for her after-school sewing club, the Gorse Fox headed in to Chi to try and find a bracket that would allow Gorse Fox to hang a cut-glass mirror safely. He went to Covers. This is a builders merchant and seems to stretch for hundreds of yards alongside the railway. The Gorse Fox felt like a id in a sweet shop. He could have wandered around for hours - then moved on to the next of the warehouse blocks, and then again, and again. The Gorse Fox suspects he will become a regular visitor.

Back home the mirror was soon installed. Then the Gorse Fox took a call from the fire-place supplier's technical surveyor. We debated and discussed the issues over the provision of a gas fire venting into a 250mm square flue. He had not managed to come up with any fire that would work efficiently - but had one more manufacturer to try. The Gorse Fox suspects he will have a crusade on his hands, trying to convince the builder that their is a flaw in their design.