I went into the office for an 8am meeting, stayed until about 10.30am and then returned home to work from home. In some cases, "working from home" is a euphemism, for slacking off. In this case, though, it was a definite matter of freeing myself from distractions and habits which form at my desk in the workplace.

I had to drop off my visiting friend, after her efforts of the previous evening - the painting - and also after she managed to single-handedly receive all deliveries imaginable in my absence. Then I set to.

I waded through email after email and sorted stuff out. It was a glorious experience. I even managed to arrange, in a spare moment, for a tiler to give me a quote for the work I needed doing.

The tiler visited later that day, gave me a quote and some information about what I needed to do, and my plan for the future of my kitchen evolved further.

Then I drove to a gig. It proved to be a non-starter. The acts turned out in infinite ratio to the audience. Ooops. I went back home again. Such is life. Not a bad day in total.