One thing after another

This morning the historic building contacted me out of the blue to say a large party of foreign students had turned up unexpected. So I flew home and moved my keyboard. I set it up on a table and played it standing up. That was uncomfortable because the table was too low. When the students left I went back home for the keyboard stand. When I left the house one of my neighbours started talking to me. I didn't mind that at all but spent the time thinking about how I could extricate myself from the conversation. I didn't have to think for too long, as I was startled by my phone ringing. It was someone I know socially offering me some work. I had to decline. I can't think on the phone. Besides I'm busy the rest of this week. As soon as I had set up properly at the historic building I was mortified when the phone rang again. That was much easier to deal with. It was my social worker telling me that my new mattress was about to be delivered. I rushed home again to take delivery of it, and then it was straight back to the historic building. We had very few visitors today so I left very early, and went to the post office to post the card I'd intended to post this morning. Then back to the library. What an eventful day!