So, what to do with it?
1 Watch the squalls come over. This one had hail and a small tempest inside.
2 Take your coat off and toast in the sun. Once, anyway. For half an hour.
3 Cut the grass, whining and complaining throughout.
4 Do a lot more rolling out.
5 Get some small benefit for having once suffered geometry.
6 Stack the kiln. As it heated, I thought I heard an odd noise … as of inadequate joints suddenly letting go.
7 Measure out exactly one gram. The display of my new toy puzzled me by changing randomly: turned out it was my breath on the weighing tray.
8 Stir and sieve until too cold to bear it any more.
9 Watch Shakespeare. I’m still waiting for a production of Henry V which doesn’t fudge the hypocrisy and self-deception which I personally think that Shakespeare sneaked into his portrait of our favourite monarch.
10 It was, however, a mistake to watch Shakespeare, cook tonight’s dinner and tomorrow’s dinner, and hand-wash my best jumpers, all at the same time.
Above all, however, stay home. The tangle of motorbikes, cyclists and tourists on the road was perfectly horrible.