Sunshine and wintry showers here chez Casa Reynard, and damn bloody cold. The last shower disgorged hailstones the size of peas.
I slept in and have spent the morning writing, Must have been a cold one overnight, as the house is a bit brrrrr. Might put the fire on a bit earlier than usual, but until then, it's onesie and hot water bottle. Fortunately, cold snaps never last long at this time of year.
More writing scheduled for the afternoon.
It is almost time for luncheon. Today will be a bitsas day in terms of food, but it's all too good to pitch.