It's been a grey and mostly drizzly day here chez Casa Reynard, but it's been noticeably milder.
Sleep was middling at best, as my right hip and butt cheek were in a complaining mode. I'm also struggling with tree pollen-induced hayfever, but needs must, all the chores must be done. Unlike the parental (who also suffers from the same), I don't have the luxury of sitting down and riding it out. Hey ho. So chores were done - recycling, ashes, scoop the poop and all that stuff.
Lovely luncheon of sourdough toast with the last of the kipper pate, plus a tangerine, a pear and a
Afternoon was largely dedicated to catching up on the writing, although firewood in the house was also topped up.
It's almost food time here - watching the men's half pipe free ski while the soup warms on the hob. It's bonkers.