What a spectacularly eventful day!

Day started pretty normal, and by that I mean the dogs were asleep on the bed and some ferociously perky morning radio host was wittering away.  Then it was off to the bank - I'd been in there last Saturday and had set up an appointment for this morning to set up the new business bank account (oh, wait, here's a side note, I've started my own business - more on that in some other post!), so 9:30, bank opens it's door and I announce my presence to the receptionist who looks at me blankly and says "Who were you looking to see, I don't see any appointment here for you?" - Ah, great...  so a bit of back and forth and they finally find someone who can help me, but not until 10:30.  It was the perfect excuse to go in search of an iced latte - it's a bit warm for September! Bank account was all set up, no major hiccups, great, one check-mark for the list.  Back home working, and I hear the door open and some guy yelling up "Hello!" - I shout back "Hello!" - thinking it's the guy we've got in redoing our floors trying to get our attention, male voice shouts "Hello!" once more, and I yell back "Hang on, I'm coming down!", and then I hear a conversation starting - indeed one of the voices is my floor guy, but the other isn't... huh?  Long story short, some older guy had just walked into my house, and was proceeding to take pictures because apparently in the 1940s he had grown up in my house - I guess this gives him some right to come barging in at any point in the future - must remember this trick for when I'm old and senile I guess!  Finally managed to usher elderly intruder out of the house (why do old people like to talk so much to people they don't even know!?), and then it was off to see the accountant (like I can manage books efficiently for my own business - I did mention I was opening my own, right? No? Ok, some other post...  soon...  promise!) Have a nice long conversation with my accountant (yeah, the cool part here is my accountant is the brother of Eugene Levy...) and head back to where I'd parked my car - nice day in the city, lots of people and cyclists about, see a guy coming down the road on his bike, keep walking, hear a crashing sound, look over and see the same guy now performing aerial  acrobatics over the top of a car door before making a thudding noise onto the ground in front of the car.  Ok, so other people come running, someone who seems like he knows first aid (and whose skills must be more recent than mine - uh, my last life guard certification was in the UK!) so I get the 911 caller privilege - uh, wait, what street am I on?  Quickly look like a bit of a dumbass, ask someone close by the name of the street and talk with the EMS about what's going on...  then proceed to direct traffic around the fallen cyclist.  Ten minutes pass...  2 ambulances have passed by on the major road...  still nothing for our cyclist...  call back to 911, uh, guys, are you lost?  Oh, no, just turns out the ambulance was coming from the other side of town!  Obviously...  in the meantime a police car shows up to take particulars from the car door opener - but leaves me directing traffic - suppose I'm good for something - I'm so going to ask for the fancy gloves and bright orange vest next time!  So, now I'm home again, unable to walk on any floor in the main level of my house due to the recent staining, and it's time to get out of the house now due to the fumes from the recent staining!  Can't say my day's been boring...  nope, not one little bit!

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