You know it's a busy day when you get to midday and your having lunch and you realise that you haven't even had a coffee yet.
Starting with the doctors for Molly, who's been under the weather for the last few days, turns out she's just virused up to the eyeballs. Then onto the shopping we needed to do and various phonecalls - one to the plumber to sort out the toilet that just decided it was going to stop flushing overnight. Stupid toilet. Then ages spent on the phone to Tesco to cancel a credit card that some bastard decided to start using online. Stupid Tesco.
Then the baking took up most of the afternoon. Most of my afternoon anyway. Molly very cleverly ducked out to see a magic show at Pocklington Arts centre with Grandpa, leaving me juggling two different cake recipes and the plumber.
That was my day written off. Molly had a lovely time, forgot she was ill, loved the magic show. Meanwhile the plumber took the toilet apart, found the fault and had to put it back again when he couldn't get any parts today. He's back tomorrow.
But strangely enough, it wasn't a bad day at all. All of that doing loads of stuff was actually quite relaxing. Weird day.