Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Two more sleeps
Jools spent all night scrubbing the old lair, flinging herself into the fox-mobile with minutes to spare to catch the silver bird to cold and wet climes of gorgeous, charming Melbourne. Now the packing for Paris begins in earnest! "Where are my coats, my warm things and my data sticks?" she mused, sorting through her very large case, packed in a sleep-deprived state, and finding odd and useless treasures. Visions flashed of the little fox-mobile packed to the roof sitting smugly in Auntie's garage...full of warm and useful clothes. Oh, dear. Well that means more shopping...tres tragic! Jools shivered in the southern freeze and thought, well, there's always a silver lining. Bright and warm shopping centres beckoned!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
of shoes and ships and sealing wax
"I've bought more shoes than a fox could wear in 9 lifetimes," Jools thought as she tried a different shoe on each foot to test their comfort level and padded to the kitchen.
Foxes, Jools knew, had 9 lives - like cats, of which she was very fond. Not to eat, of course, Jools quickly added to herself, in a smooth segue to thoughts of a snack...her never ending quest.
"Hmm, same colour..." she licked the chocolate cream off a Kingston biscuit, reflecting fondly on the smooth, dark skin of the lovely young doctor who tended her winky eye earlier that day. The winky eye was a bit of a worry - Jools didn't want some boy-fox in France thinking she was flirting! Or did she..?? Hmm, maybe there was a silver liner...er, lining.
I remember there was something I had to do about a liner... Jools mused. She often seemed muddle-headed, as her thoughts went round and round - a bit like a washing machine, someone once joked. Hmm...obviously the joker was unaware of the fox's sharp sense of self and propensity for bearing grudges, but Jools just swished her tail and bared her teeth.
Ah yes, that's right ... she was contemplating sending the foxy car southbound on the high sea. Cat and Woo had mentioned something about a pea-green boat, which sounded much more appealing than the steely-looking vessel Jools had spied at the wharves. But Jools, as always, had left her planning to the 11th hour and all pea-green boats were fully booked.
Then there was the mysterious disappearance of the modern equivalent of sealing-wax, broad strips of sticky tape, which Jools had hoarded for many years to secure her boxes of wordly treasures, bound for exciting new horizons....or a little burrow in Springwood, depending on the job market.
Either way, Jools would be happy because the Great Overseas Travel Adventure was due to start in just 14 more sleeps.
Foxes, Jools knew, had 9 lives - like cats, of which she was very fond. Not to eat, of course, Jools quickly added to herself, in a smooth segue to thoughts of a snack...her never ending quest.
"Hmm, same colour..." she licked the chocolate cream off a Kingston biscuit, reflecting fondly on the smooth, dark skin of the lovely young doctor who tended her winky eye earlier that day. The winky eye was a bit of a worry - Jools didn't want some boy-fox in France thinking she was flirting! Or did she..?? Hmm, maybe there was a silver liner...er, lining.
I remember there was something I had to do about a liner... Jools mused. She often seemed muddle-headed, as her thoughts went round and round - a bit like a washing machine, someone once joked. Hmm...obviously the joker was unaware of the fox's sharp sense of self and propensity for bearing grudges, but Jools just swished her tail and bared her teeth.
Ah yes, that's right ... she was contemplating sending the foxy car southbound on the high sea. Cat and Woo had mentioned something about a pea-green boat, which sounded much more appealing than the steely-looking vessel Jools had spied at the wharves. But Jools, as always, had left her planning to the 11th hour and all pea-green boats were fully booked.
Then there was the mysterious disappearance of the modern equivalent of sealing-wax, broad strips of sticky tape, which Jools had hoarded for many years to secure her boxes of wordly treasures, bound for exciting new horizons....or a little burrow in Springwood, depending on the job market.
Either way, Jools would be happy because the Great Overseas Travel Adventure was due to start in just 14 more sleeps.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Packing!
Somewhat overwhelmed by the speed of organisation displayed by Cat, Panda and Woo, Jools is seaching the tops of dusty cupboards for a suitable fox case to carry her vital supplies on a jaunt around an exquisite village in France, climbing the well-known tower and visiting Jim Morrison's gravesite before setting off to romantic Italy...well, she HOPES it lives up to that name!
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