Where does the light go when the light goes out...

[liadnan]

Well, it's been a sodding depressing weekend so far (apart from dinner Friday, thanks Rob). I feel empty. I don't have the mental energy to read even trash, let alone anything decent, I have no money and the clique are all in Leeds. Bah, humbug. (Thinks, perhaps I shouldn't be so dependent on money and my friends to have a decent life.. all I used to need was a large pile of books and a quilt). All I have to look forward to this evening is preparing for 5 possession hearings in quick succession tomorrow morning: well, whoopie do. Oh, and 24, but I think I'm about three hours behind.

Whatever. I have at least managed to semi-clean the flat, though I got bored about halfway through trying to organise TLS and Economist back issues and just piled them up, similarly the "Things to Do" and "Things to Do, No Really, These Ones Are Urgent" piles have just got hidden under the desk, along with my tax (a things to do pile of its own). And I may just possibly have unblocked the drain. Bet you're all relieved to know that, hmm. I think I may also have written off the vacuum cleaner while doing it though. Well, it seemed a good idea at the time...

Comments

[eccles.livejournal.com]

In answer to your question, it hides inside the fridge door.

I hear you on the crappy weekend. It's been raining most of the time here. Except for saturday morning when I went to shout and argue with Abbey National and also get overwhelmed by 70,000 yorkshiremen who had come to see the rugby league.

[fi.livejournal.com]

You used.

A hoover.

On your drain.

Please tell me you'll never, ever use that hoover again...

[greyarea.livejournal.com]

I can only echo Fi's comments; did you really use a hoover to clear out your drains?

Not that I can talk, having blown up my parents hoover by trying to suck up a red wine stain. Although nothing compares to Al's friend Kath hoovering up her own sick after a night on the town.

[liadnan]

Frankly I suspect *no one* will ever use that hoover again. It was going quite well, using a kind of coitus interruptus technique to avoid the gunk going in the cleaner, but I must have held it too long and the next thing I knew there was smoke coming from the cleaner. Evidently I had failed, presumably in nine months it will give birth to a sewer monster. Nevermind, I never liked it anyway, and I did the rest of the semi-occasional hoovering first... (it was the crappy house hoover, we do have another shared between the six flats in the house).