The reason I was up and blog-creating at this time on a Saturday morning is because I was suddenly and rather unfairly woken up by water pouring through my bathroom ceiling yet again. Yes, I have 2 showers in my bathroom; one intentional, one not so intentional. It's a long story, but basically the flat above mine was renovated before Christmas, extremely badly, it now appears. Perhaps by a small child with a tool kit. Or one of the numerous dodgy companies specialised in ripping people off. Said dodgy company managed to smash the main water pipe in the flat so I also had a temporary shower in the kitchen. Now, several months later, we discover that they tiled directly onto a wooden floor, installed a shower tray without the use of a spirit level and nailed a toilet cistern to the wall, causing lumps of plaster to fall off into the corridor on the other side. All good. Shortly after these revelations I read an article in a free English language newspaper entitled "Leak? Pack your bags and run!" It went on to discuss the terrible reputation of plumbers here and horror stories of people who had a shower in every room. For a number of years. Yes, not days or even weeks. But YEARS. The latest news is that the owner of the flat above, having just spent a huge amount of money doing the flat up, is refusing to pay for repairs. Can't say I blame her but that's not helping me and my shower surplus.
On another sad note, I went to make myself breakfast today and realised that my milk has turned to cheese overnight (4 days before the expiry date) and that my emergency freezer bread supply has been used up and not replaced. (I clearly have only myself to blame for this.) So I had a banana and a cup of black coffee. Yum.
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