Reynard
Guru
- Location
- Cambridgeshire, UK
It's been an overcast and comfortable day here today chez Casa Reynard.
Another rough night, hard to drop off, woke up far too early. Felt really bleurgh all day - lady issues incoming methinks. Downstairs, fed the cat, made a
and took it upstairs to do some writing. A reasonable session was had once I untangled a snarl by giving a set of lines I'd already written to a different character.
Out of curiosity, I looked up my ex - on whom one of the characters in this chapter is based - as he's still involved in motorsport. Let's just say he hasn't aged well. Mind you, I've had nothing to do with him for the last two decades.
Cleared the chores at a more decent hour. Imagine my surprise when I found that I suddenly had hot water again. And no, I'm still struggling to get hold of a plumber. I'm wondering whether the works being done around and about have somehow disrupted the signal that switches stuff on automatically at night. Either that, or the limescale has fallen off the element - the water is so hard here, you can cut it with a knife.
As I still had some time before luncheon, I finished off the strimmering that I wanted to do, and raked up a load of the nettles that I scythed last week. I will shove those in the green bin tomorrow.
Wasn't terribly hungry, so had one slice of toast with avocado, a banana and a
Watered the planters. And I know I mentioned it the other day, but my tomatoes are looking particularly splendid. After, I just did a bit more writing before sitting down to the torture session that is watching the England Men's football team. Fortunately no extra time, so caught both of tonight's episode of Deadliest Catch.
Supper was a cheese, onion & ham toastie and a portion of chips.
Now watching Belgium v Senegal.
Another rough night, hard to drop off, woke up far too early. Felt really bleurgh all day - lady issues incoming methinks. Downstairs, fed the cat, made a
and took it upstairs to do some writing. A reasonable session was had once I untangled a snarl by giving a set of lines I'd already written to a different character.Out of curiosity, I looked up my ex - on whom one of the characters in this chapter is based - as he's still involved in motorsport. Let's just say he hasn't aged well. Mind you, I've had nothing to do with him for the last two decades.
Cleared the chores at a more decent hour. Imagine my surprise when I found that I suddenly had hot water again. And no, I'm still struggling to get hold of a plumber. I'm wondering whether the works being done around and about have somehow disrupted the signal that switches stuff on automatically at night. Either that, or the limescale has fallen off the element - the water is so hard here, you can cut it with a knife.
As I still had some time before luncheon, I finished off the strimmering that I wanted to do, and raked up a load of the nettles that I scythed last week. I will shove those in the green bin tomorrow.
Wasn't terribly hungry, so had one slice of toast with avocado, a banana and a
Watered the planters. And I know I mentioned it the other day, but my tomatoes are looking particularly splendid. After, I just did a bit more writing before sitting down to the torture session that is watching the England Men's football team. Fortunately no extra time, so caught both of tonight's episode of Deadliest Catch.
Supper was a cheese, onion & ham toastie and a portion of chips.
Now watching Belgium v Senegal.
