From frozen toothpaste to frozen sink drain pipes, not having a boiler and warmth has caused issues. Although the snow buggered off on Saturday, I didn’t get my sinks back until Sunday and my toothpaste is still bloody cold.
That’s a slight lie. My sinks did drain on Saturday, and I tested, and everything seemed clear until I turned the washing machine on. Fortunately, I hadn’t gone out. Had I gone out with the washing machine on then I would’ve returned to a flood. As it stood, my quick reactions still saw Dave downstairs throw his toys out of the pram.
“THERE’S A FLOOD!!!! THERE’S A FLOOD IN MY FLAT!!!!”
Dave, shut up.
God, he irks me.
And then I’ve had people changing their tune. The sun now shines out my backside, apparently. Well, I fucking knew that honey; how else do you think daylight occurs? Magic?
All in all, this weekend has found me rankled.
Before I forget, I did make a snowman on Friday. He was decapitated come Saturday. I blame the thaw but knowing the area it was probably some spoilsport.