Apparently, I have not only been kicking Murphy's dog, but this time I pushed his granny down the stairs as well, because that bastard has it in for me.
Our hot water heater has gone the way of the dodo. Dead as a doornail. Pushing up daisies. Etc, et-bloody-cetera.
It chose to sing it's swan song the day after the weather finally realised that it's not summer any more, right at the time when a cold shower becomes actively unbearable. See what I mean? Murphy, you bastard, bugger off and bother someone else for a while, will you?
On the plus side, this has precipitated our prospective plan to give the old and expensive-to-run electric storage system the ole heave-ho, and get LPG shipped in. Oh yeah, we don't have a natural gas main up our street, or this would have been done years ago... On the less than plus side, this is a two-and-a-half grand spend we hadn't counted on. Poo. Still, I am looking forward to instantaneous gas hot water, coming from a heater that is no more than two metres away from the taps, rather than ten (yup, the person who designed our house was an idiot).
In the meantime, it's a good thing I got in all that practice bathing in a bucket at Festival. I'm really hoping that this week will not end with me in a miasma of my own unwashedness. Ew.
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Just got a weird bug in my brain, as a result of a conversation yesterday,
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2 comments:
If you can cope with the traffic, you're always welcome to have a piping hot shower at our place.
I promise not to charge you and will even make you a cup of tea!
bored of the bucket yet?
I can offer a shower too, if you so desire. TDN's shower upstairs is HUGE! I forget who made the rather saucy remark about being big enough for a swinger's party but I do know I gave them the Look of Death. you don't say things like that about other people's mothers!
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