In amidst the scurryfunging for the guests' arrival in a few hours, I was washing the window and area behind the loo. Being a bit on the 'shortarse' side of tall, I was having to reach quite some distance. My knee was on the loo lid, and suddenly there was a massive 'CRACK'. The wooden lid cleaved in two, as has the seat. The current state of affairs is the loo is usable by gentlemen of the upright peeing variety, but if you want to sit, I suspect the downstairs loo will suit better.
The Beloved will collect the guests from the airport, drop them here, and then go to B&Q for a new loo seat.
Not long after this, I was rinsing out my wash cloth in the bathroom sink, and turned away to put a few items away. Just before the moment of 'Oh carp! I've created a waterfall.' arrived I was able to turn off the taps. It appears the overflow is not functioning.
Thinking 'Thanks goodness! It would have been awful if the floor had been flooded.' I sighed a mighty sigh of relief. Using the wash cloth and a bucket, a nice purple, flexible bucket (that bit of information will come into play later, not the niceness, or the purpleness, but the flexibleness), I started emptying the sink. It was all going beautifully! Beautifully, I tell you!
And here's where the next wee problem came into being. Did you know that if you hold a flexible bucket, 1/3 full of water, by one hand as you are trying to move the contents over to the bath, there is a slight, very slight, risk of the bucket flexing and pouring water all over the floor? I did not know that! But, I suspect it isn't going to surprise you to learn that it can indeed happen, and indeed it did.
Now, I'm in need of words of kindness, words of hope.
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