In a bizarre twist of irony Sydney is experiencing the worst storms for 30 years (and I can vouch for the fact they are not terribly nice to be out in) and the rain has battered the garden and the house for the last two days. It is a long weekend here.
And we have no water.
I have coming out of the shower head, a slight, indiscernible trickle, which is not at all shower like at all. The water coming out of the taps is not much better. It's been like this for a couple of weeks, slowly getting worse, and I thought it might just be a glitch and get better, or at least hold out till Mr 6.5st The Handyman Edition returns. But apparently not. It is not the plumbers problem. Apparently. It is not Sydney Water's problem (although I am impressed they came out this evening in this weather). Apparently. It is a mains water pressure problem stemming from the neighbours house, so somebody, somewhere has to fix it (ie neighbour who pays plumber lots of money).
Preferably, soon. Because this afternoon we had no water at all, and I did start to panic. Quite a bit.
And do you think everything righted itself and I won Lotto after my last post? Was the above not clear enough? Because Max decided to push all the snibs in on all the doors around the house so none of them latched. Which ordinarily wouldn't be a problem, but in an old house with little cracks and crevices to the outside world, in the worst storms for 30 years, the doors all bang in the wind. And bang. And bang. So I also went around and unscrewed all the latch plates and unstucked the snibs. Yes I know that is not a word.
And I - in my insomniatic state of sleep deprivation due to anxiety at which child will decide to wake next and when - put the jam jars into the oven with the rubber seals in tact to sterilize. Mmmm. That one smelt really good.
I did buy some nice buttons. And I am loving this combination of wools - Japanese Maple Merino from Axelle (merino very much now discontinued, it was left over from a Clapotis) mixed with a red I can't remember the name of (which was also left over wool from another project) a piece for a friend's little girl.
Tomorrow is another day, right?
Right?
It has to get better....surely?
Surely?
Right?
Hey Al - who's Breda above, did she leave a real email??? Hey Breda, put your attitude back in your pocket. Breda is your life boring? Don't you have anything better to do with your life rather than leave unpleasant comments???
Posted by: nicole | June 14, 2007 at 10:29 AM
sweet lord. it will get better, it must.
the new buttons, however, are *beautiful*.
xo
Posted by: amisha | July 10, 2007 at 05:47 AM