It's been a bright, warm and sunny day here chez Casa Reynard after a foggy start.
Did not have the best of night's sleep - took me ages to drop off, as for some reason I was really cold. The weekly walk with a friend was postponed till tomorrow, and so I spent the morning clearing up the elderberry clippings from Saturday, and I went back to find my prodigal lengths of firewood. They'd rolled off the trailer right at the end, where I have to take a left turn. Those were duly brought back in and stacked ready for turning into logs.
Had a lovely luncheon of two slices of wholemeal toast, one with cold sliced roast beef, the other with the last of the boursin cheese, plus some fruit and a
The trip into town for shopping didn't go entirely as planned. Didn't get to the butcher, the only stuff on yellow sticker in Waitrose was either a) nothing that I particularly wanted or b) it was still more expensive than the same item full price in Tesco. Did my shopping in Tesco, didn't forget anything this time, but the only items I picked out on YS was some bread from the in-store bakery. Green bins had loads of big tubs of Quality Street marked at £2 each, and I did think of buying one to put some chocolates in my judges specials (I'm judging at Cam Cats in Ware on Saturday), but I won't use the whole tub, and I actually don't like the damn things as they're too sweet.
Had a chat with the lady who does the markdowns, and they now don't mark down by percentage, they mark down according to how much there is of something and how likely it is to sell. Well, that explains the rather odd markdowns of late... Also, they now do second reductions much, much earlier, which also explains why there's been almost diddly squat in the cabinets when you go in the evening.
The bit that *really* didn't go to plan was me skittling a fellow cyclist pulling into the car park in town.
No harm done, though I did pringle his front wheel, and I have offered to pay for a replacement. In my defence, he admitted to me that he shouldn't have been cycling head down, arse up through a busy junction, albeit one where everything happens at walking pace. Still, I feel like such a numpty...
Soup and toast for supper.
Now listening to Arsenal v Real Madrid in the ladies' Champions League.
