Or hail. Or something in between. In central London, in April, when I was sunbathing a week ago.
My mood has taken a corresponding turn for the worse. I'm not really sure why, nothing is particularly wrong in my own life and the state of the world is no worse than it was last week.
My kitchen sink is horribly blocked. An hour with the plunger last night resulted in nothing more than blisters and a sink full of Horrible Gunk, but evidently not enough of it. I hate domesticity. I want staff, dammit.
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Date: 2003-04-09 05:12 am (UTC)I recommend a wire coat hanger or similar flexible thing to push down the S-bend and help free things. Failing that, unscrew the S-bend with a bucket underneath. I want staff too but only so I can flirt with the cute maid...
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Date: 2003-04-09 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-09 07:10 am (UTC)Probem is it isn't the U-bend,which I have already had off it's much further down the pipes..
Oh Christ I'm actually having a serious conversation about drains. The tragedy, that it should come to this.
Hello by the way. Ah, I see, my namesake as a friend in common. We haven't met.. have we?
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Date: 2003-04-10 01:07 am (UTC)Er, probably not. I used to turn up at Bicon from time to time, which is the only probable place of intersection.
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Date: 2003-04-10 02:19 am (UTC)