I used to like a potter until I discovered faffing. Faffing beats pottering hands down. Pottering still carries the expectation of something productive at the end, no matter how slight. With faffing I feel that flapping my hands a lot is not only acceptable but practically compulsory.
Ha! I faffed the other day. Then I plodded. I like a good plod with my faff.
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yes we like to faff. all sorts of faffery goes on around here. perfect antidote to action with purpose, which is also required on occasion.