Bright, blustery and rather brrrrrrrrrrr here chez Casa Reynard.
Everything is rather soggy outside, so very much an indoor day. I have been writing while watching the opening ceremony from the winter olympics. I am getting a bit tired of listening to the Grand March from Aida for the umpteen-zillionth time.
Madam Poppy is sitting next to me sporting a tongue blep.
It is almost time for luncheon.