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.