For the first time in a long time I was so pleased with myself for getting my work done, kids bathed and fed and tucked up in bed. Time for me to shower in record breaking time of 1930hours and looking forward to a longer sleeping time. No chance, I have no water left, kids have used the last of the hot water in the tank.
The boiler is on, the immersion is on but no water, husband is nowhere near home. I wait patiently in my robe for some magic or for husband to come home quickly and sort it out. One hour and fifteen minutes later, he turns up learns of the problems, he has been in the attic, round the house then 25 minutes later realises that the bloody builders had burst the pipes, and instead of notifying us, they just decided to turn the water off and scooted off.
I'm still waiting, patiently but seething at the bloody builders. I wonder what they have to say for themselves tomorrow. This is why my children were so happy to go to bed without the usual protest; the house is cold. I just didn't realise why.
STILL WAITING FOR MY BELOVED SHOWER!
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