The drainage man got out of his vehicle and swept me into a big hug. We last met 25 years ago. “This is” I said delightedly hugging him back “the nearest I get to being a star !” Me with an allergic eye condition and looking like hell and he and the other plumber, both of them, pro’s. and the strange little leaks on the bathroom floor are because of rats. Rats that got in because of a serrated pipe that they like nibbling.
No there was no smell. Rats are supposed to be clean. Both men set to work, Thames Water is due before 9.30 tonight. The eye itch is so unsettling, I can’t think or look or concentrate beyond making cups of tea and thanking heaven for the professionals we rarely talk about.
So this week is an annalog free zone, I’m sorry. New mantra “You can’t do what you can’t do.”
Take care, be well, be nice to your plumbers, count your blessings and I will be here next week with a bit of luck and a cold compress.
And no itch !
