A bright and breezy day here chez Casa Reynard. It's not cold in the sun / where it's sheltered, but the brisk north westerly is making it feel decidedly chilly.
Slept OK-ish, but have stiffened up horribly after six and a half hours behind the wheel yesterday, plus a brisk hour's walk in quite hilly terrain. Am also feeling rather flat emotionally. I always do, after visiting Paul's grave.
I have had a quiet morning doing some work on my archive. There's a load of stuff that needs scanning / filing / sorting / printing, and want to make a good dent in the backlog as I have some new stuff coming in. It's funny how you can go ages without finding anything, and then it's all like those London buses...
Madam Lexi left me a present overnight - a disembowelled mouse. I suspect I might have brought it in with a case of firewood, but either way, I think I can stand down on setting a trap.
Anyways, it is almost time for luncheon and I has a hungry.