It's been a chilly day here chez Casa Reynard, with a mixture of drizzle and bits of sunshine and a biting northerly breeze.
Slept well enough, though still short changed by about an hour. Went downstairs, fed the cat, took a
back upstairs and did a couple of hours of writing.
The basic chores where then done. I had intended doing some gardening, but just wasn't in the mood, so prepared a car load of stuff to take to the tip instead. I do not need moth-eaten clothes that belonged to my grandparents - mum had high hopes of selling them, but that kind of stuff is deeply unfashionable. So it was all stored in my utility room - where the moths then had a bloody field day.
I have so much crap to shift, it's depressing.
Annoyingly, I tripped and took a tumble while hefting the bags, and so banged the knee that I banged on Saturday and have done something to my right bicep. So feeling a bit meh.
Had a lovely luncheon of a cheese & chutney roll, an orange, the last of the strawberries and a pot of tea.
I did think about doing some gardening and a tip run in the afternoon, but a friend of mine does some acting (proper stuff, not amateur dramatics) and needs part of a costume altered for next Monday. So I spent the afternoon and part of the evening sewing instead.
Turned the last of the ma po tofu and a few other bits and bobs into a bowl of ramen for supper, and i've just had a
and some marmalade on toast.
A quiet remainder of the evening is planned.
