I’ve just spent a tranquil afternoon making curtains. Saturday afternoons are an oasis of contentment in our house. My husband watches sport on television undisturbed, while I potter. Pottering, with no deadline to meet, is a much undervalued activity that refreshes the spirit as much as meditation does. There is the satisfaction of crossing another couple of jobs off my never-ending list of things to do, yet pottering also provides excellent thinking time. While my fingers are busy, my thoughts are free to roam. Soothing.