It's rebelled. It's had enough of my smuggery. Enough of the endless late night half-pissed discussions about curtains - blinds, too clinical, no? - and gratuitous lunch invites just to show off. Yep, the fabulous new kitchen has stopped working, or more precisely, the drains to which kitchen is attached have blocked and are swilling up beneath the house like a goo monster from a B movie. It's been doing this for weeks turns out, only we put it down to a dead mouse or some such urbanite decomposing beneath the floorboards, as they do. (Then the stench got worse and worse.) Builders come, shrug and scratch their heads.
So we are awaiting a wire worm - no, no idea either - and a man with long, very long, gloves and an iron constitution.
Ooops...
In the meantime, you may notice some changes to the website because my brother's been tinkering with it and it now does swanky things I don't understand. (And if you're reading this on the website - so complicated, sigh - visit my blog spot too, where you can sign up to my feed. Look up. To the right. Yes, it's that B button...)
Thanks for visiting!
Polly xxx
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