Why do things always, but always, go wrong on a Friday?
It means that I can’t get hold of the landlord to send a plumber to sort out our loo, which, not to put too fine a point to it, is not the world’s most pleasant place to be right now. The rest I will leave to your imaginations, which I am sure will do justice to the situation.
At least we’re not around much this weekend, with a trip to Ice Age 3 3D, a shift at work, and a long journey to deliver the Smudgelet to Taunton.
He’s going to be away a fortnight. Longest he’s ever been away. Actually, he’s going to be away from home for an entire month, with me spending some of that time with him. It feels a bit… well…. odd. I’m rather concerned I might just miss him.