Mountains of mail - most of it crap, some of it vital, and one or two things one was expecting not there and then having to chase bastard clients who swore the cheque was in the post about three weeks ago.
Full answering machine (x2)
A heaving evolving compost heap in the fridge cos we forgot to remove some stuff before we left. I swear that bag of carrots is developing vertebrae.
One angry cat.
No response from builders who promised they would have everything ready for a start tomorrow. Especially the effing roofers.
Oh and a mad message from some numpty about a medical check up. WTF is that about?
And a bastard financial adviser I last spoke to 5 years ago "doing a follow up call".
Here we go.