Grey and murky here chez Casa Reynard.
It kersplooshed it down overnight, with water weeing into the hallway through a rat hole under the guttering that I hadn't noticed. So muggins had mop-and-bucket duty first thing. It's still drizzling on and off, so at least I'm spared the agony of having to turn up to the street party. I'm still coughing for England, so will just sit and watch the pageant on TV and work on the painting.
Other than that, I' ve had a quiet morning watching a series of film shorts about the history of Toleman. Lovely to see Derek being let loose in a TG183 at a rather soggy Brands.
I've also done a load of laundry and triaged some of the tangerines I bought last night. They were cheap because the crate had been damaged in transit, and there were a few bashed ones.
Time for luncheon. I has a hungry.