It's been a bright and mostly sunny day here chez Casa Reynard, albeit still somewhat chilly thanks to that breeze.
Did not sleep well. I had a restless night with pins & needles in my right foot, hayfever sniffles and just general pre-monthly insomnia. So I've navigated the day feeling rather meh. And cold. I do not think it was a good idea to shed the winter base layer just yet.
Ergo I had a quiet morning, although I did make a big pot of carrot, sweet potato and red lentil soup.
Then had a nice luncheon of rye bread, salami, cheese, fruit and a
Looks like Mr Cyclist has chosen to go through insurance after all, as I got a pile of paperwork through the post that I need to fill in. I offered to pay for the damage to his bike and a helmet out of courtesy to a fellow cyclist. I am kind of infuriated, because he was a cyclist of the Ninja variety in black clothing, no helmet, no gloves, no lights, no reflectives in tricky lighting conditions (setting sun), and openly admitted that he saw me too late to stop. So he chose to hit me instead of swinging into the car park entry. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
Anyways, I had a quiet afternoon working on my novel, drawing on my experiences as an undergraduate in the mid 1990s for the passage that I'm currently writing.
Now sat by the fire with a
