Made some bread, made some lentil soup, sawed, lopped and yanked a couple of dozen rhododendron branches off and shredded them, pulled a muscle in the process, divested self of wet muddy clothing including wool gloves topped by industrial strength rubber gloves, and the other paraphernalia of keeping warm and dry in Scotland in winter, showered, put a wash on, made coffee, sat down with feet up.
"Nufff d-d-day, I fink!" as DD used to say when she was two.
Still have to wash-up and make dinner but I'm slobbing until that cannot be put off any longer.