There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
You find yourself blissfully ensconced in a window seat with your favorite book and a generous cup of steaming Darjeeling tea. Outside, the garden may be rainy and gray, but you needn’t worry about that at all. You don’t even have a cold, unfeeling aunt or a big bully of a cousin, unlike some people.
Notes:a generous cup of steaming Darjeeling tea, a rainy day, a pile of old books all your own