Date Posted:07:49:08 05/08/11 Sun Author: Gilly Subject: Bloody sunday!!!!
Spherical objects, fornicating Norah, poo, bum and other such expletives. I've been up since 5.30 trying to stop a flow of water coming down from the bathroom into the kitchen, down the wall in the sitting room (from under the electric wall light fitting), the stop cock is absolutely solid and I'm absolutely cream crackered. This is not how I was intending starting the morning, it was going to be a lie-in, cooked breakfast, walk the dog, make some scones and some peanut butter cookies for my daugher, and a nice leisurely day. I got David up at 6.30 to see if he could turn the stop cock (I had turned the heating and hot water boiler off), and then my lovely daugher, Rachel, who is stopping for the weekend came down to see what was happening, so we have all been up since an un-Godly hour and they are smoking and everyone is drinking coffee. I rang a 24 hr emergency plumbing line and the stupid cow told me to ring my insurance company first. At 6.30 on a Sunday morning? Do me a favour.
Anyway, grump off my chest (to a very small extent), going to drink my 2nd cup of coffee, feed the dog, think about feeding us - we have managed to get hold of a plumber, who will be with us as soon as he can, bless him I woke him up - walk the dog, get some more ciggies in - it's amazing how many can be smoked when you are stressed, not that I do smoke - and then collagpe in a heap.