Foxyboy43
Well-Known Member
Came back this early morning from another successful fox outing and as ever en route back to bed emptied my shooting suit’s many pockets on to the handiest safe, horizontal surface, then back to bed, pausing only long enough to respond to Mrs FB’s usual friendly greeting of “are you totally mad? Now call me old-fashioned but I find that at times like this it is best to say nothing, just sneer smile in the safety of the thankfully still-dark bedroom, slip silently between the sheets and await the inevitable incoming….
Oddly enough, not a furtherpoisoned barb word came my way, so braced for a more physical response I cleverly pulled the duvet to my chins and went to sleep….
Some time later I wakened and went in search of hrh - only to find her in the conservatory wearing one of those expressions taught to women from an early age - you know the one, the one that should be spoken in a Basil Fawlty voice and begs the question “personal best today in the lemon-sucking competition darling?” The cause of her displeasure was immediately revealed to me by “look at this table - if you can find it, I don’t know how I am to have my breakfast on it”.
And so dear friends this brings me to the point, if there is one, of this very post - let us imagine that you too have been out braving the elements in search of food or foxes and have just got back home in the early hours, cold, wet and exhausted - what do you do with theclutter contents of your pockets and where do you fling carefully set them aside!
Ideally answers should be accompanied by photographic evidence which will be tabled (!) as a key plank of my rearguard defence.
As an encouragement I offer Exhibit A for thedefence prosecution - not bad at all, I think - honest!

Much obliged…


Oddly enough, not a further
Some time later I wakened and went in search of hrh - only to find her in the conservatory wearing one of those expressions taught to women from an early age - you know the one, the one that should be spoken in a Basil Fawlty voice and begs the question “personal best today in the lemon-sucking competition darling?” The cause of her displeasure was immediately revealed to me by “look at this table - if you can find it, I don’t know how I am to have my breakfast on it”.
And so dear friends this brings me to the point, if there is one, of this very post - let us imagine that you too have been out braving the elements in search of food or foxes and have just got back home in the early hours, cold, wet and exhausted - what do you do with the
Ideally answers should be accompanied by photographic evidence which will be tabled (!) as a key plank of my rearguard defence.
As an encouragement I offer Exhibit A for the

Much obliged…
you obviously need a bigger coat and defo more pockets than that - wheres all the just in casey stuff spare batteries all mixed up small ball of bailer twine to tie the gates up, shut knife and a proper knife and dog leads x 2 and no sweets, no pom pom hat - what’s going on. you light weight