Mild, grey and VERY blustery here chez Casa Reynard. No rain as yet...
I overslept. Apparently I, too, needed the extra sleep. Had a very strange dream about a flooded stairwell with live electric cables arcing through it. No idea what that one was about...
Have had a very quiet what was left of the morning, mainly grooming the cats, catching up on stuff online and watching some FA Cup football. Have decided that Gillingham v Leicester is preferable to watching Spurs v Pompey.
The last of the batch of three stock car programmes has turned up. Unlike the other two, this one matched a meeting report in Short Circuit Magazine, so I knew it was relevant. That's actually a rarity. It's for a race at Wisbech where Paul crashed out on someone else's coolant, hit the wall, knocked himself out and spent the night under observation at the Queen Elizabeth hospital in Kings Lynn.
It is time for luncheon.