Oh, don't you just love Winter. It's so idyllic, that feeling of Christmas and warmth inside while it's blowing a blizzard outside, spending time with the family and eating heaps and heaps of food. Even better is when you have no heating, and finally, no water. You would have thought in however long it's been - more than 6 months, I guarantee - that the heating would have been fixed somehow. But no, of course not in our house, because in the Summer who needs heating? No one. So the problem didn't get fixed then, when we had 6 weeks of time to find people who could do something about it.
This has now resulted in (according to Natalie, and this holds so much logic I can't imagine why I didn't see it before - probably because I was otherwise distracted by the fail!logic of the mothership) our pipes freezing/expanding/failing/splitting so that when it warms up and water goes through >__> leakfloood.
Wonderful. So in total in the space of a year we have -
1. Broken heating
2. Broken internet (now fixed, but nonetheless it counts!)
3. Broken into house, car stolen.
4. No hot water (this was a few days ago) now resulting in -
5. No water at all because of -
6. Burst pipe.
Everyone has theories about what will happen next. Out of control chimney fire that will lead to house burning down? Roof caving in because of weight of snow on it?
Who knows. I'll let the elements decide. I think fire and water have been covered. Kind of not looking forward to wind and earth, though I think fire and water are the more terrifying and destructive ones. I just hope that there really is the element of spirit and when we're finally buried under ten feet of rubble from the ruin of this house's structure, that angels will come down and lift us some place nice.
In the mean time I think I'll watch some Marcus Brigstocke to cheer myself up. Nothing else for it. Come on, Briggy.
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