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Aug. 24th, 2014 12:03 pmIt's a bank holiday weekend. Once again we are being used as a base of operations by a friend who is in town seeing us but also other people, so I spent this morning having a long and blissful lie-in with the prospect of nothing more stressful than making a big Sunday roast this evening just because I can.
Well, nothing more stressful than a leaking toilet which is all kinds of argh, but have phoned landlord and left message and sent an e-mail, so not much else we can do there. It's not catastrophically leaking but, well, I feel a toilet is on that list of 'things that absolutely shouldn't leak at all', like gas pipes. It's sort of coming out in the gap below the cistern, if that makes sense? Plumbing is not my forte. This is the joy of renting, if a problem is too big to handle it is officially Not My Problem, Not My House. Although I do love living here and quietly refusing to move, but still.
(Richie is very keen to shutting off the cistern and using a jug, to which my response is NO THANK YOU. Seriously, we'll just put something absorbable down and wait for the landlord to phone back. It is a bank holiday weekend, there is nothing that can be done today!)
In other news, I watched Doctor Who last night. OBVIOUSLY. I currently have conflicting feelings about it. Hrm. I think what is basically comes down to is that whilst I am obviously going to stick with it, I still can't get my head around Clara. Sorry, Clara. The shadow of the Ponds is a long one.
Well, nothing more stressful than a leaking toilet which is all kinds of argh, but have phoned landlord and left message and sent an e-mail, so not much else we can do there. It's not catastrophically leaking but, well, I feel a toilet is on that list of 'things that absolutely shouldn't leak at all', like gas pipes. It's sort of coming out in the gap below the cistern, if that makes sense? Plumbing is not my forte. This is the joy of renting, if a problem is too big to handle it is officially Not My Problem, Not My House. Although I do love living here and quietly refusing to move, but still.
(Richie is very keen to shutting off the cistern and using a jug, to which my response is NO THANK YOU. Seriously, we'll just put something absorbable down and wait for the landlord to phone back. It is a bank holiday weekend, there is nothing that can be done today!)
In other news, I watched Doctor Who last night. OBVIOUSLY. I currently have conflicting feelings about it. Hrm. I think what is basically comes down to is that whilst I am obviously going to stick with it, I still can't get my head around Clara. Sorry, Clara. The shadow of the Ponds is a long one.
