Whilst tea-making, washing up and sweeping, at which I excelled, enabled me three hours a day of having it easy, I didn’t play diligent housewife all day long. First there was digging and earth moving via heavy old wheelbarrows - testing for one with the smooth, unscarred hands that come from reading and writing. Even dumper truck driving involved loading the truck in the first place.
So as time went on my muscles grew. Four weeks in I couldn’t fully stretch my arms any more. It felt so good I would take on anyone! I was now a proper labourer.