Have you ever heard the phrase saving for a rainy day?
Well my rainy day came last night. In the form of a burst pipe in my bathroom.
It poured through my kutchen ceiling, along the walls in the kitchen and down the back wall of my living room.
Fuckity fuck, fuck fucking fuck.
I went outside in the cold in my dressing gown and turned off the water. Fortunately the weather has turned a little warmer in the last day or too, so I can live without my heating overnight.
I call a plumber for the following day.
I go to bed. I still have to get up for work in the morning. But I wake up at about 3am. I have a shitty cold that I can't shift and I can't stop coughing. So I go down stairs, shift things away from the wet area, mop with towels, pull up the carpet, etc.
The plumber naturally doesn't arrive when he said he would. But does come eventually.
I have to leave work in the afternoon to be home with him. I have been in my job less than three weeks and am concerned what they will think about me taking time off.
Anyway, the plumber has to take toilet out to get at the bath. There is a split hose. He replaces that and then has to replace a plastic part in the toilet. It all takes two hours.
In the last couple of weeks my expenditure looks like this:
New glasses: £300
New clothes for job: £150
MOT test and service for car, plus brake pads: £225
Emergency plumber: £280
Still to come: redecorating.
My savings for a rainy day are well and truly dried up.
Just to reiterate: fuckity, fucking fuck.
Oh, and I can't shift this damn cold.
Well my rainy day came last night. In the form of a burst pipe in my bathroom.
It poured through my kutchen ceiling, along the walls in the kitchen and down the back wall of my living room.
Fuckity fuck, fuck fucking fuck.
I went outside in the cold in my dressing gown and turned off the water. Fortunately the weather has turned a little warmer in the last day or too, so I can live without my heating overnight.
I call a plumber for the following day.
I go to bed. I still have to get up for work in the morning. But I wake up at about 3am. I have a shitty cold that I can't shift and I can't stop coughing. So I go down stairs, shift things away from the wet area, mop with towels, pull up the carpet, etc.
The plumber naturally doesn't arrive when he said he would. But does come eventually.
I have to leave work in the afternoon to be home with him. I have been in my job less than three weeks and am concerned what they will think about me taking time off.
Anyway, the plumber has to take toilet out to get at the bath. There is a split hose. He replaces that and then has to replace a plastic part in the toilet. It all takes two hours.
In the last couple of weeks my expenditure looks like this:
New glasses: £300
New clothes for job: £150
MOT test and service for car, plus brake pads: £225
Emergency plumber: £280
Still to come: redecorating.
My savings for a rainy day are well and truly dried up.
Just to reiterate: fuckity, fucking fuck.
Oh, and I can't shift this damn cold.
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