Folding

I get a bizarre pleasure in neat piles of folded towels, which I learned from the old days at BHS Southend, where my lovely supervisor Stella taught me the wonder of the satisfaction to be derived with a folded towel. 
I haven't mastered the equivalent skill for sheets, especially fitted ones. That's a dull evening sorted out.
You can tell I've been trapped in the house for 11 days.