<<Just back in hot old London from a week playing music in Yorkshire. Home,
tired, went to sleep. Woke up, ate. Went to sleep. Woke up, 71 e-mail
messages. Went to bed, went to sleep. 2.00 am woken by strange yelps. Went
to the front window. A fox emerged from the gate, stood on the pavement
gazing up at me. We contemplated each other for some moments. Then it
turned, trotted across the street, jumped the fence and disappeared into
the dark of Peckham Rye Common.>>
The other night at a house in Morden - southern end of the northern line -
a fox came and looked in at the French window
fox sitting in the car park at my friend Jethro's estate - Tooting
one doing athletic wobbling walk along top of a wall about 10pm at night in
the local station - saw me, carefully walked backwards, eyes on me all the
time
at Carshalton College there was one lived on top of the boiler house, quite
drab and ill looking unlike the shiny ones described above... probably
trying to look like the lecturers
and here at upton towers and environs I think there are more foxes than
people, they thrive and rip open the rubbish bags etc - i dont mind em
though neighbours complain they keep us awake - i have a now abandone lair
in the garden - that is the foxes do... they run along the railway line and
seem to treat the whole street as one territory but there are also quite
complex paths *across* the hill which are deflected by walls and concrete
paths but otherwise ignore them
L
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