It doesn't matter how ridiculously small the amount is, it's always gratifying  getting a cheque for royalties. 

Up with the blackbirds and in the garden by 6 am.  Did a quick tidy before meeting a pal for coffee and had to keep hiding my hands under the table as they were still maukit* from the garden.  My pal took me on a tour of her garden before I dashed home and threw some muffins in the oven.  They were only just cool enough to eat by the time another pal arrived for afternoon tea with some exciting news.  The Professor arrived home from Wigan and by the time we had caught up on three days news it was time for bed. 

* The Scots dictionary defines this as 'dirty and unwashed', but I don't think that conveys the word's full weight - a mixture of disgust tinged with a little bit of admiration and envy for the  devil-may-care attitude of the smelly one.