It was lovely to bump in to Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen in the supermarket on Sunday. Introductions were made using real names, all very civil, but when I happened to mention "of course, this is Gorse Fox" at which point Maggot 1 said "Ah, Gorse Fox" in a way you might say "what, the David Beckham" which was most amusing. I have to report that, despite all the negative press in the GF blog that Silver Vixen seemed perfectly normal to us; no trace of broom or other witch-related paraphernalia.
I was introduced back as "one of the guys in the band" which did bring back a few fond memories. I then took the opportunity to check the validity of a story about the singer, which was indeed true. He is a man of some considerable intellect, and I guess also some level of photographic memory (although, as will become clear, that is not entirely apt for this story), because he played chess in the Cardinal's Hat, our local whilst in Worcester, against two competent players and beat them both. And he was blind-folded. More than that, the day after he wrote to each thanking them for the game, listing the moves they had played and pointing out the bad moves they had made. And he wasn't a half-bad singer either.
The rest of the weekend was really just getting stuff straightened out from the holiday. Plenty of chores, including dirty trainers, rubbish in the garden, plus some work on the 'van to fix a bunch of broken bits (which are now all in good working order) and to clean it inside and out. We nearly didn't do it, but it is always best to push on through and get them done, coz once done they are off the list.
This week will really be about stability and control, both of which I need to get back on to an even keel. The post-holiday blues need a jolly good kicking, and focused work is what is needed I think.