A grey and mild day here chez Casa Reynard.
I slept well, but it took me a long time to fall asleep. I do not feel as depressed / numb as I did yesterday, but that ache just under my sternum is still there. I had a long chat with my motorsport historian friend last night, which helped a lot.
The cats seem to have forgiven me for zapping them with flea treatment last night. I haven't seen any evidence of passengers for a good month now, so I think we are finally winning this particular battle. You have to give it about three months as the little sods are a devil for lurking in the rugs.
Madam Poppy is telling me that it is nearly ham time. Madam Lexi is outside in the garden.
I shall do a little bit of gardening later, and then there are pancakes on the agenda. I've yet to decide what kind to make.
Luncheon first though. Time to put the kettle on.