It's been a very hot and mostly sunny day here chez Casa Reynard.
Did not sleep well. Working on a really tricky part of my novel (where my main character falls out big time with another character over some skeletons in the closet which, incidentally, aren't her fault, but she's being blamed for it anyway) and brain is refusing to switch off. As a result, I've felt rather bleurgh today.
That said, I've been mega busy. Cleared up all of yesterday's shopping, watered all the planters, made some more plum butter, Sorted out a load of junk in the garage for the tip, dropped off a piece of apple pie, some of the bacon and half a dozen apples for a friend, picked up the load of stuff she wanted taking to the tip, wrote and posted a Cake Day card, sorted out ingredients for tonight's supper - including prepping some veg that were in serious need of using, dropped off a box of books at the book exchange in the village and did the tip run. No time for luncheon.
Did anyone else hear the whacking great big sonic BOOM just before midday? A couple of Typhoons from Coningsby were scrambled to escort a plane into Stanstead.
The tip sales area bikes are largely meh and seriously overpriced - they're still living in cloud cuckoo land as far as second hand bike prices are concerned. They did have a few nice vintage Dawes though, and a really nice 16 inch frame GT Aggressor hard tail. I'd have bought the latter, but they're asking £80 for it, and it needs all the usual stuff done to it. If it had been £40, I'd have bought it. And thoroughly annoyed the parental unit - who has not grasped the concept of N+1...
