One of "those" days

Yesterday I was having one of those days...

Everything started off ok, I managed to have a nice lay in, I got a couple of things done that I'd been meaning to do for a little while And I was getting ready to sort out the last couple of thing in the morning, including a quick trip to the shops to get some things for lunch. It was my turn to cook for my mum (we take it in turns on Sundays)
I get my shopping list, my wallet and my phone, and I left the flat, as I pulled the door shut, I suddenly though about my keys, which I knew were still sat on the table...brilliant!
So I had managed to lock myself out
I have a spare set of keys that I had been meaning to give my mum for a while, but they were also still inside.
The other set of keys were up in Staffordshire with the girlfriend who was visiting her parents this weekend.
So there I am, silently swearing to myself, I had a quick look around the building to see if I'd been sensible enough to leave a window open, but I am security conscious and everything was shut or open just a tiny fraction, enough to let some air in, but not enough to be able to open up the window properly and climb in.
Bugger!
So a quick text to the girl to let her know of my situation and then I call my mum who live 15 minutes walk away:
"Morning mum, have you got anything in for dinner?" knowing full well that my mum has her fridge so full that you have no idea what's in there
"No, it's your turn to cook"
"Oh, well funny story, I've locked myself out, so I'm walking around to yours now"
"Ok, well we can pop around the corner to the shop and get something for lunch then"
Really? Pop around the corner...she always has loads in, but apparently nothing for dinner...
Anyway, I get there and we go out around to the shop. And in this time I hear from the girlfriend who had been having a nice lay in that she would be heading back later after her dinner and should be home mid to late afternoon.
"I should've given you the money and you could've gone on your own" My mum is in her 70's and although she cycles most every day, she doesn't drive and rarely walks anywhere. She's also a good foot shorter than me, and I walk with a reasonable pace.
"Well why don't you head back and I'll get everything and come back and cook"
"No, we're almost there now" We're no, we weren't even half way at this point, but my mum is stubborn (like me)
In the shop I grab a few things and I ask her, have you got this and have you got that, her response was always "no I don't think so, so get some" I sent her off to find something for pudding and she came back with an ice-cream dessert that would feed 4-6 people and some jam tarts. I also pick up a loaf of bread that I know I needed (there is a point to me telling you that I promise).
We get home and as I'm starting to put a few things away, I spot mushrooms in her fridge, we had just bought some of these, onions, we had just bought some of these, a cucumber, we had just bought one of these..you see where I'm going with this?
Anyway I also manage to knock something out of the fridge and that hits the floor and breaks, sending it contents spraying of tomato pasta sauce over the front of the fridge, the floor, cupboard doors and my socks. I get down and, again not paying attention, I kneel in some as I'm trying to clean up the rest, giving me a nice red blotch on my clean(ish) jeans.
I crack on and cook dinner, that went pretty well, I only spilled a couple of things out of the pan, but they were solids so I could pick them up easy enough.
We have pudding, the ice cream dessert that had to be put in the fridge rather than the freezer because the freezer was as full as the fridge, so it's a little soft, but it hits the spot. There's only the two of us though and so we have half the pudding, leaving the other chunk in the fridge (still no room in the freezer)
We potter about a bit
I helped out in the garden a little bit
I got given some rhubarb
We watch a little TV
I check my phone and see a text from the GF, thinking it's a message saying that she's set off and what time she will be back, but no, it's a message to say that her lunch was going to be late and she'd be home a little later.
No problem, I am fine with this, but I'm also sitting there thinking, we're going out tonight, I've not had a shower yet, and it's a hot day, I'm starting to melt.
When she does get back it's just after 6, I've been out of the house for over 7 hours, I hadn't managed to feed my tortoise and I knew she would be sulking, I also still needed my shower. Turns out so does the GF who had only remembered that we were going out about half an hour before she arrived back at mine.
I start to get my bread and head out the door from my mum's, when she turns around and says don't forget this, and hands me a bag of mushrooms, cucumber and onions, along with the rhubarb that we'd got from her garden, all things that I didn't need that she said she didn't have while we were in the shop.
I get back to mine and get in the house and then have to turn things around pretty quick to get back out the house and head over to our friends for the evening. we were late, but that's ok
we had a great night though and it more than made up for the irritation of being locked out for the whole day and then having to rush about a bit before going out.