I'm now back at work. I didn't get through more than a small fraction of what I wanted to get done, although I did get various other bits and pieces sorted (including birthdays, weddings and house-moving). The phrase "Life is what happens when you're making other plans." has sprung repeatedly to mind, the problem being that I rather fancid the things I'd made plans for. So the question arises, should I avoid making any plans, so that when life happens I don't have any expectations for it to thwart? Or is life something that only happens when you have other plans - would the simple fact that I was sitting there waiting for life just mean that life lurked around the corner, unwilling to rope me into things until I was looking the other way?
Expectations are generally a real pain, having them can boost your enjoyment of an event, but also lead to attachments that are then painful to break. The buddhist answer would be to let go of my attachments - to treat them as a trap that will leave me tied to the world of illusions. My rationalist side, however, views this world as (almost certainly) the only one and rather enjoys being attached to it.
I suppose the only reasonable answer is to realise that expectations do lead to pain, but that they are worthwhile because of the pleasure they also provide. Now, if only I had more control over the things I felt attached to...