Warm, breezy and occasionally sunny here chez Casa Reynard.
I slept well, though it took me a while to drop off. Everything has just subsided to a general ache now rather than anything being ouchie hurty, although the bruise on my knee is quite spectacular. Nuts are spread out in the sun to dry, and the apples have been triaged and are spread out in some storage trays. The damaged ones (I picked a fair few of the windfalls) will be diverted into a crumble and the next batch of chutney.
It is Madam Poppy's 13th birthday today. I've taken a pork steak out of the freezer for the girls to share later. Popcorn does ok for a senior cat. Sure, she's lost a little bit of weight and she's a bit creaky these days, but she certainly hasn't lost any of her chutzpah and still rules the household with an iron paw. Love her to bits.
I plan on a quiet afternoon writing and watching the cricket.
Almost time for luncheon.