I moped. I made apple puree, I neglected to tidy my desk.
It was letter writing weather. And the leisure to order more seeds online.
And then, finally, when it was cabin fever beyond endurance, I walked down to the letter box at the next hamlet. Godmotherly duty done.
And to try and get the little fitbit gadget ticking over, I went up and threw some wood.
You can see the roll of my fencing lying there, waiting to be built. Next month perhaps.
And then once the pile was tidy I decided to tidy more of the top potager by scrabbling about collecting random stones.
I have now made my most unattractive wall to date. It was that sort of day.