I was up at 5.30am to take DP to the station: he had a family funeral. I'll be going back to the station around 11pm to pick him up. We are both retired, in our 60s but both have some contract work on the go, and we normally both work at home. I was really looking forward to a day on my own without DP bumbling in while I was trying to work.
I decided to start with some shopping as soon as the supermarket opened at 7am, then home to a healthy breakfast, a hour's walk to get my steps in and then four solid hours of uninterrupted work on a project. I was then going to do a couple of hours tidying up in the garden, wash my car, have a healthy supper and then tackle my book group book, which is quite a daunting one and needs to be read carefully.
Things started well. Delivered DP to the station on time, got to the supermarket for dead on 7am, did a shop in blissful peace, came home, had yoghurt and blueberries, went out for a walk in the sun, came back and had a shower and was just about to sit down at 9.45am to start work when a friend arrived without warning, very upset about something that had happened over the BH. She arrived carrying six jam doughnuts. I made coffee and we talked and had a doughnut each. She left at around 11, leaving me with the leftover doughnuts.
I started on my work project, but realised that I couldn't progress until I'd had quite a long talk with at least one of the other people closely involved — who wasn't taking calls. So while I waited I ate another doughnut, then whizzed the hoover around. I rewarded myself with another doughnut. Started reading the book group book, but by now I was in no mood for careful reading. Went out into the garden and did some work but the people who back onto us are having a new patio laid and the sound of angle grinders cutting stone slabs was very intrusive. I also got quite badly stung by fire ants and had to come in and take an anti-histamine. I ate the remaining doughnuts. Had a call from someone else involved in the project I'm supposed to be working on to confirm that there is no point doing anything until we know more.
The doughnuts and the anti-histamine had their effect: I slid into a sugar slump and ended up watching something awful on Netflix and falling asleep on the sofa. I woke up about 40 minutes ago, feeling rough, made myself a salad but don't fancy it. I did really fancy pate and crackers, though.
I thought I had at least two more hours to go before I had to set off to collect DP from the station (an hour's round trip for me), but he's just messaged to say he managed to catch an earlier train and he'll be home in 90 minutes. So I have 30 minutes to clear up all the doughnut sugar and the cracker crumbs before taking the car through the car wash and pretending I washed it myself.
What a waste of a beautiful day.