Nothing Went to Plan

The plan was a quiet day off.

Woken by a message from work - could I cover a sickness.
Torrential, sometimes biblical rain this morning - Friend S found out later that the last paying guests had left the skylights open when leaving at the weekend.
I worked in the shop 10-5 with a break to let Meg out part way through and an hour or so in the kitchen at Kings washing up after a hectic lunch spell.
Lunch with Jamie was rescheduled to tea time.  
At tea time the phone rang, Ruth's GP.  Important call, we dialled Ruth in.
After a late tea, singing, also late.  No S as she's still fully engaged in drying out floors, ceilings, mattresses and rugs in the hope of accommodating the next visitors due on Thursday.
Singing was good therapy even with just three of us.
Blip from Jamie's car park after singing. 
Took a dehumidifier to S up the valley afterwards.   Meg walk with S in the gloaming.   A cuppa then home.
On the way home noticed a knocking noise from the car engine, worse closer to home.
Blah.   Not sure how I'll get to work in the morning.
Nothing went to plan!