Oh dear!..such is life, as both a husband and father!..just as think life could not get any worse, then along comes such a domestic bad time, that you consider becoming a tibitan monk, high up on Ben Nevis, complete with kilt, even in the depths of winter!....
It all began with the rather strange apperence of large puddles of water, overnight, in our kitchen. We hav now traced these rather large deposists of water back to a pipe leading to the cold tap, on our bath, in the bathroom above! Ah!..I hear you say, simply call in a local pumber, to fix said leak. Now this has proved rahter more difficult than one might imagine think!.After some 28 calls to local tradesmen (all of which were answered by that blight of modern times, the answering service!) I have now finaly got hold of a plumber, and now awiit is visit to my rahter soggy home, to see just how much this leak is going to cost me to fix!..Don't worry folks!, I have my first aid party ready, in time for my first heart attack, after being told the price! At the time of writing this, my wallet is convulsing on the floor beneath me, at the mere thought of the ammount to be quoted.....I shall report the outcome in due course!...
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