Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

Water based things hate me, it's official. Scampered into the lounge this morning to retrieve dry blouse from radiator only to hear nasty squelching noises and realise that the bit of carpet I'm standing on is so wet it probably qualifies as marshland. Yes, the biggest radiator in the entire flat (and therefore the one most expensive to replace) had sprung a leak overnight and had been merrily drip drip dripping onto my carpet for feck knows how many hours.

So I cursed, fluently, shoved a basin under leak, fled to work, begged a half day off and am now home awaiting plumber.

More money going into the money pit that is this flat's central heating system. And no, I don't have home insurance so I can't claim. Yes, I should get it, I know.

Think I'll do a little back dating of the journal to distract myself from all the money I'm about to spend.

*sobs*

ETA: Plumber turned up at 9.45pm. Turned off the taps at each end of the radiator, said "It's buggered, we'll quote you for a new one" and charged me £88.

There are no words that sufficiently describe my level of pissed off-ness. I suspect I will be getting the new radiator from different plumbers. Just a wild hunch, you understand.

On the plus side, Leeds won a nail biting match 3:2 to give us a sliver of hope of avoiding relegation. So the day wasn't a total loss. Just.