Foxes and Randomness

It is really hot outside, so out came my hat. Random observations of the day:

• #1: Wearing black felt hats make people stare at you. Is there more to that innocent hat than I know?
  
• #2 Wearing a black felt hats makes those drunk losers who usually stare down your cleavage stare at your hat instead.
  
• #3 There are people who first stare at the hat, then at the cleavage. My, they must be desperate.
  
• #4 The first reaction of old people will be a very disapproving look, but that will change once looked at with the best Happy Pumkin Face^TM. Then, they will smile a curious, sudden approving smile. Strange.
  
• #5 The eighties are back! Consequently, everybody who is wearing stripes and dots in bright colours with a ghastly hairstyle will glare at the hat and arrogantly stalk away in their high-heeled boots (in which they can hardly walk. Mwehehe.)

Moving on to more interesting things:

Yay, Foxes! 

I always knew there were foxes in Glasgow, I knew it when I found traces of them in the Kelvingrove Park, and I saw one on a magical, snowy night on the way back from the choir in February. But I never knew how close they really come.

I know that a lot of trouble is caused by wild animals which find the suburbs are the place to live, and it is really no wonder they should populate the Kelvingrove Park. They are omnivores, a lot of people come there and have picnics, so they leave behind all kinds of stuff, schoolchildren come and deposit the contents of their lunchboxes in the various bins, no wonder it is a fox paradise.

Crocky and I took a stroll round the neighbourhood on Saturday, well after sunset, and on the way back, there they were - not 20m away, two of them, fighting in a street (which is not 100 m away from our home!). I love foxes, everything about them, the way they move, even those high-pitched noises they make when they are fighting, and I have never ever seen them this close - or in a suburb, for that matter. Crocky was delighted to see them, too, as she had never seen foxes this close, either. Wow.
As the two broke up their fight and the loser strolled away towards us into the dark, he even stopped, no 7 m away, stared at us for a few breathless seconds and then vanished soundlessly behind the ugly concrete blocks close by. Just - wow. I love foxes.

Apart from that - GAH! Two Russian tests next week! What on earth possessed me to take out the BBC production of Pride and Prejudice this weekend? I ought to be studying, not lusting after Colin Firth...