Overcast, still and a bit nippy here chez Casa Reynard.
I slept really well, albeit with some very strange dreams, and I spent the morning hauling small wood and kindling as I'm running low. Have been sticking to hazel as the shiny bark keeps the moisture off the wood. All the ash and cherry wood in the same pile of stuff is still sopping wet after all the grotty weather we've had.
Soon it will be time for lunch, and then I plan on having a quiet afternoon which includes a girly pamper session and listening to the football on the radio.