>We often see foxes round here. A few months ago, coming home from choir practice, passing a block of flats, one of my companions said, "I usually see a fox round about here". Sure enough, seconds later there was one reposing on a grass sward nearby. The neat beautiful park near us I often see one slipping thro' the railings. Once walking through at night I thought I saw a corgi dog lying on the grass. I got within yards and the fox just watched me pass. We used to have "Shakespeare in the Park" in May, and bring pickernick baskets (well, plazzy bags). Once, while watching the play someone heard her bag rustling next to her. She looked round to see a fox with its nose in it. We're talking a crowd of people lounging on the grass here!
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Ballsy fox!

>I once got home and found one in my favourite chair, watching children's TV and lapping a saucer of Jack Daniel's - no wait ... that was a dream, wasn't it?

Heh, heh... actually that sounds like my menu for this holiday weekend... although, I will replace the JD with Beefeater Gin in honour of Queen Victoria. Do you have a holiday for the ol' gal this weekend?