It's been a grey and squelchy kind of day here chez Casa Reynard. Very mild though, but it hosed it down for most of the morning and afternoon.
Slept really well. Slept in. Well, I woke up at half ten, thought "just another half an hour", turned over and went back to sleep, and the next thing I know, it's quarter past one. Whoops.
Anyways, I have had a quiet day. No cooking, no engineering drawings etc. Just chilling and listening & watching various football. Lovely to see the Arsenal ladies give Chelsea a bit of a walloping. And Chelsea men lost too. Shame the Spuds men's team won, but we can't have everything now, can we? The only constructive thing I have done today is write all my Christmas cards. Which means I can consign them to the post tomorrow afternoon when I go to drop off the parental's prescription.
I've also taken a pack with two pork steaks out of the freezer. I shall probably do those in an onion gravy.
Oh, and out-of-the-blue, I've been offered another cat by the breeder who pissed me around over that chocolate tortie back in the autumn. Thinking back on it, I'm not sure they were entirely serious about rehoming her, but hey ho. But it turns out they're neutering another one of their breeding queens (this one a caramel tortie) in the new year because they've had no takers for kittens recently, and still have most of their last two litters at home. I fired them back an e-mail. It's always worth investigating, and the fact they've got back in touch with me gives me a bargaining chip.
Madam Lexi has been fed, and soon it will be time to feed me.