Here was me, looking forward to a lovely relaxing bath, doing a bit of a cake bake, maybe a stir fry for tea... the horrible work week is continuing in its full glory.
I arrive home to the neighbours all of a tiswas because of an external gas leak on their property. We have a joint supply, I discover, so access had been required to my property to re-instate my gas supply. Gas people got stroppy when I arrived home because they hadn't been able to get access - I point out I'd been at work, that I didn't know I had to be at home all the time in preparation for this once in a lifetime event, and they were, in fact, lucky I'd just arrived back as early as I had done as I'd had other plans which hadn't worked out.
The people still working on next door weren't the right people to re-instate my gas supply, though they could cap it off my side for safety, so off I toddle to make an appointment with the right people. "Oh, they'll be with your neighbour tomorrow, if you leave a key we can do it tomorrow morning." when I point out taking time off work wasn't possible.
Neighbours thoroughly confused - they had plans to be out all day tomorrow and no idea anyone was coming back, I toddle back to re-arrange my side of the appointment for my convenience after work tomorrow night.
Workmen tried telling me I didn't have to do that, and I should demand someone return there and then ... at which point I decided unless I was actually required to be around for access they might need to my property, I was going back out as there was much drilling into brickwork going on.
So, a picnic in the park, and will have to explain to the disappointed hoards I can't make cakes with no oven...I've had a shower, which is OK and at least I know my shower still works. (It only gets used by overnight visitors or in a crisis such as tonight's.) But, I hate showers.
Be amazed my blood sugars are continuing to defy my usual pattern of running hight when stressed.