Mild, grey and occasionally drizzly here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept well. Got everything ready to cut firewood this afternoon, and have re-jigged the fruit bowls and fridges. Also had to wash one shopping bag after a kiwi fruit squashage incident made it a bit icky. For some reason, I've got the sniffles.
I've also made a start on cataloguing the Superstox photos in my archive. OK, I haven't finished the FF1600 ones, but in order to winkle those last dozen or so out, I've got to go through an entire years' worth of MN. But that's more a job for when I can't do stuff outside because the weather's not co-operating, while the digital files on my laptop, I can do a few here and a few there whenever I've a bit of time to spare. The hard part with the short oval stuff is that I have a lot less information regarding venue and dates compared the the circuit stuff, so there's a lot of seat-of-the-pants guesswork going on when it comes to filing things chronologically. I'm relying largely on the subtle livery changes on the two Higman cars that Paul drove for all but three meetings of his Superstox career.
This afternoon I've got a fair bit of wood to tackle, although it'll probably take me longer to stack the wood in the garage and sweep up and dispose of the sawdust than to actually cut the wood. It's all fairly straightforward pre-trimmed lengths, as I did the donkey work last week when hauling it in.
Anyways, it is time for luncheon and SOMEONE wants her chicken...
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