It’s official, I’m living in the house that Jack built. Literally everything in the house has been going wrong for the last week or so. Currently having a new en-suite fitted which is pretty much finished and it looks SO good, but it seems to have caused calamity and chaos in the process (maybe a slight exaggeration).
Problemo no 1: The door bell was ringing non-stop, neighbours washing machines had stopped-thanks to the wonders of an old system that links our water tanks with theirs. We’d turned the water off you see, to fix the shower to the wall not realising the knock-on effect it had with everyone else. The bath was filled with 4 saucepans and a kettle that night…
Problemo no 2: Discovered the toilets weren’t flushing, and there was no hot water running. The one day I had organised plans for and BOOM I’m a greasy haired state with a serious desire to wash my hair and a bladder so full, I looked pregnant. I figured I’d go for the next best option and settle for my dry shampoo, the ultimate saviour. But oh no, cue problemo no 3…
Problemo no 3: The dry shampoo had been laid down on its side and felt oddly light when I picked it up. Didn’t realise that if the canister isn’t upright the shampoo inside pretty much disintegrates. Thought I’d give it a go only to discover that it came out like spray paint. Not only did I have ridiculously white hair, I was channelling Cruella Deville, 2013 edition. By this point, I wanted to cry.
Problemo no 4: The shower wasn’t even turning on, no water, no immersion noise, no nothing. Great.
Problemo no 5: My flippin’ hair-dryer blew, mid hair-dry. To say I was pissed was an understatement! It may have got thrown across the room…
Problemo no 6: The icing on the cake- the water pump has blown which would explain the non-existent shower water.
It’s okay though, my poor dad got the brunt of it- a cross between hysterical crying and laughter down the phone. At the time when it all happened, it felt like the end of the world. When re-iterating it out loud to someone else, it was actually quite comical. Has anyone else had a day like that where it just gets too much for you and you breakdown? Then looking back, it sounds so ridiculous you have to laugh at yourself.
I always knew that annoying 13 at the end of 2013 was going to bite me in the ass.
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