A bright and quite clement day here chez Casa Reynard, but thanks to the trees, I'm sheltered from the brisk easterly.
Sleep maxed out at just over six hours - quality decent, but short changed on duration. Plus I had a very weird dream about trying to escape an airport with a baby while people were hunting me, and hiding out in an attic in central Cambridge where the owner of said attic was feeding me crystallised pineapple. All very odd... Anyways, came downstairs, fed the cat, made myself a

and took it back upstairs to have my now habitual writing session.
At a more clement hour swapped night wear for day wear and cleared the chores. Then I moved three more bags of clothes downstairs, ready to be taken to the clothes bank in the village on Wednesday. That gave me more space to make more inroads in cupboard clearing. Finally managed to get to the bottom of the wardrobe and pulled out at least twenty pairs of shoes - none of which fit me. Into a black bag they went, and added to the stack for the clothes bank.
Lovely luncheon of two slices of toast, one with tuna & sweetcorn, one with avocado, plus a banana yoghurt and a pot of tea.
This afternoon's main task was doing more cupboard jiggery pokery. I liberated three more green storage trays from the utility room, and filled two of them with towels. Those have joined the stack in the wardrobe - most of these will go to the vet when they put out an appeal. As a result, I could put a whole load of my own clothes into the wardrobe. Slowly, surely, we're getting there.
A supper of curry-on-toast was nommed. My bread is in danger of developing language skills, so food-on-toast is the order of the day.
A quiet evening is planned.