I sat there, nice cuppa on the table, all ready with hard copy of my chapter and synopsis, brand new christmas note pad cracked open in honour of the occasion, pen lid off, phone next to me on the sofa.
Picked up the laptop and put it down in case I couldn't put it down fast enough when the phone rang. Drank some tea.
Double & triple checked the telephone to make sure it was actually working. Drank more tea.
Picked up the laptop again and checked i'd sent the right tel number in with my comp entry, put the laptop back down again.
Sat in silence chewing my lip. Doodled in new pad. Finished tea.
Picked up laptop and emailed husband in a faff - should I email Kim? Desperate for a wee but didn't want to go in case phone went.
Couldn't wait (pelvic floor not what it was, have given birth to two children!) so dashed upstairs and of course the bloody phone rang - bit head off cold caller - GET OFF MY RUDDY LINE!!!!
3pm, gave up and sent friendly email to advise I was going out to get the boys from school.
And so far, no reply.
I am guessing that Kim's most probably struggling with weather related complications, as only yesterday she confirmed that we were still good for this afternoon. We've had power cuts here intermittently this evening, so I'd not be at all surprised if it's been as bad and probably far worse down there. I'm completely sure that if she could have been in touch then she would have been, even if only to re arrange.
So I'll be having a fortifying brandy in a minute, and hoping all's well down in Surrey. It'll happen soon enough i'm sure, and strangely I feel less nervous about it after the anti climax of today.
I think I've peaked in the panic stakes!