Blustery winds, and showers every 11.75 minutes, meant that I just mouldered indoors, blipless.
I even resorted to tackling the pile of ironing. Does anybody bother with articulated knees on trekking trousers?
Desperation forced me into the garden to find these almost embryonic olives. They'll obviously never develop, but there are others which do look like they're supposed to.

Many thanks to ApolloFly for the 'O' themed tiny tuesday.