On Sunday we had a call from one of the neighbours in Nottingham – our overflow was pouring water out at the back of the house. This was mixed news. Obviously something was wrong, but equally obviously, it wasn’t a burst pipe, as that wouldn’t come out of the overflow. So we abandoned everything, including our carefully dovetailed plans for the rest of the week and shot up to Nottingham to sort out the overflow. The water is currently switched off and we are hoping that after a few days thawing the system will return to normal. (General opinion is that it’s a frozen ballcock. Time will tell.)
We returned to Peterborough that night then went back to Nottingham in the morning, collected a delivery, filled the car with stuff, ran the heating to warm everything up a bit, attended a meeting of the Numismatic Society and came home. The original plan to stay over seemed less attractive when faced with a cold, waterless house. Yes, it’s still cold despite the fired being on.
On Tuesday we stayed in Peterborough. Originally we were going to stay over in Nottingham and go for a meal with a friend, but see above remarks on cold house, no water etc.
Today, we went up, arrived at 10.30 and packed some stuff. I then went for a blood test, we visited the shop and then came home. Imagine my cheerful reaction when I had a call to tell me that the sample had been untestable and I would have to return tomorrow as a matter of urgency to have a retest. I’d been looking forward to some nice relaxing time with Julia, including a daytrip out. I hadn’t intended that trip to be to Nottingham. Again.
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I am glad it was not burst pipes!
Me too! 🙂
That sounds pretty tedious. It is annoying when you have gone to the trouble to make plans and they get upset.
That’s the thing about plans, I suppose. When they go right you don’t notice, and when they go wrong it is, as you say, tedious.
It’s a bit like legs. Most of the time you don’t notice them but when a knee goes wrong (as one of mine did last week) you think of little else, unless other things go wrong). Fortunately it is nearly back to normal and I am back to complaining about fate, the weather and the government.
Yeah….
These things happen in the lives of people less organised than you. 🙂
Oh….yesterday I realized that my honey, which I had stored upside down on the bottom shelf of the cart that had slats, had somehow opened and I had a pool of honey on my floor in a narrow slot between fridge and wall and it was cold so cleaning the honey was…let’s just say a sticky situation
When I was moving I discovered that a novelty (maple leaf) shapped bottle of syrup (a present from Number 2 son) had cracked across the neck and made a mess. Compared to cold honey I had it easy. 🙂
Nice to know my disasters are shared at times.
Maple syrup not easy but admittedly it won’t harden like honey
It was annoying, it was sticky, but it did wipe off quite easily. 🙂 It’s bad enough when it become solid in the jars, but when it’s a spillage I’d hate to have to clear it up.
I had to lay down hot paper towels, let it sit and then wipe it up. Multiple times
That’s a lot of work. For a moment there, I thought you were explaining what “a wash” was.
Oh …laundry room. My laundry card wasn’t working….
Trials and tribulations. No-one needs a frozen ballcock
Correct. Anything that can be cured by applying a blowtorch to the afflicted area is no laughing matter.
🙂
There some obvious benefits of living where +6 C is uncomfortably cold. Minus anything sounds like something I am happy to avoid.
This is true. However, the benefits of your lovely winters have to be contrasted with your blistering summers. Having grown up in the UK I am genetically averse to good weather.