We were sent home from work at lunchtime because there was half an inch of snow on the ground. I could tidy the house. I could iron. I could do some work for work. I could wash the kitchen floor.
I'm in bed with Jack Reacher and I've just opened a bag of Chocolate Orange slices. I intend to eat them all. Oh and the electric blanket is on.
I've broken a couple of the seven deadly sins here, haven't I? Should I get up and wash the kitchen floor?
Oh and I live alone so no children are harmed by this idleness.