DH and I took stock of all the jobs that needed to be done when lockdown started. Cleaning windows, sorting out the tip that is our smallest bedroom (where our computers are), sorting out the shed, sorting out the garage, sorting out all the paperwork cluttering up everywhere, blah blah blah.
We took stock again today, and were forced to admit that in fact we hadn't done any of them but we had done a fair bit of sitting in the garden, drinking coffee, drinking tea, eating cake, reading books and - most useful, we think - becoming addicted to Richard Osman's House of Games. Because you must keep your brain active, mustn't you?
Oh, I've done a bit of repotting of houseplants.
Do I feel in the slightest bit guilty? Nope.