It’s not technically true that I have nothing to report.
I have been working away on the myrtle leaves, but the progress isn’t visually thrilling (neither is it giving much of a sense of progress).
So instead of progress, I have a cold, a professionally embarrassing back injury (I did it while sitting down and putting my teaching shoes on), and a pair and a half of trousers.
Still, each leaf snufflingly stitched is one more increment towards leaflessness.