Warm, overcast and humid here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept well. Done some laundry (it's bee hung up indoors), fed my triffids, refilled the fruit bowls and watched FP3 from Silverstone. No further evidence of ratty intrusions, so fingers crossed.
Been wondering what else would go wrong after that and the payment issue for that lot of photographs coming over from Latvia, as trouble comes in threes. Well my best mate (the chap who is a motor racing historian) and I had been planning an away day to soak up some motor racing history / culture. But his partner is flatly refusing to pick up their youngest daughter from a school camping trip on the same day, which means we've got to cancel.
Such is life.
Anyways, it is almost time for luncheon.