Cool, grey and blustery here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept far better than the previous night, but not brilliantly. Still bloated, but no longer at Aunt Marge levels. Am sort of wondering whether something I've eaten might have upset my digestive tract, as I'm now farting for England. Much to the cats' consternation.
Mum is the gift that keeps on giving this week. She likes to putter about in the garden, and she's been doing a bit of weeding. But I'm now minus a job lot of strawberry plants (proper strawberries, not the alpine ones) and a large patch of parsley after "weeding" where I specifically told her not to. I love her dearly, but aaaaaaargh!
To quote Babylon 5, the universe is having FAR too much fun at my expense.
Anyways, it is time for luncheon.