It's been a grey, raw and drizzly day here chez Casa Reynard.
Did not sleep well, so have been making my way through the day on a serious sleep deficit. Am really sniffly and snotty as well, and meds aren't touching it.
Spent the morning doing chores and paperwork. Went into town this afternoon to run a bunch of errands and to clear the shopping list. The paperwork was put in the mail and I managed to source brown paper and "fragile" parcel tape in the post office. I did lose an hour doing that, between seeing the queue out of the door, looking for the said items elsewhere (double the price), going to the loo (who wants to queue when busting for a wee?), and then rejoining the much shorter queue on my return.
Tesco was (mostly) successfully negotiated, although I was running horribly late by then. Chose not to queue at the customer service desk to buy stamps. I did get most of what was on my list however, plus picked up some nice bits on YS: pears, green beans, raspberries, avocadoes, cauliflower, broccoli, kale and a bag with six croissants.
Six pm is too late to get to Waitrose - counters were all cleared up and closed. But I did buy three nice pastries on YS. No free newspapers to be had, which is a pain, as I'm running low on newspaper to start the fire. I've other paper and thin card which I also use, but I like to start my kindling pile with newspaper on the bottom, as it catches much more easily than the other stuff.
Now planning on a quiet evening. Relieved the paperwork has hit the mail. It's something that's been running on for a while, and hopefully this is the end of the matter in question. Why do people harass you when you want to live the quiet life?