I bike, L swims. I hope she didn’t take the wrong kit like I
did last night.
We seem to have blocked pipes and the normal unblock stuff
from Sainsbury’s doesn't shift it. L’s googling recommends a cocktail of bicarbonate soda,
vinegar and hot water. Which is probably only a couple of ingredients short of
bomb making. I give her permission to pinch my wine vinegar.
The bathroom people ring and tell me that despite the fact
we ordered it back in early July, and paid a 20% deposit, the toilet we chose is
now out of stock. So we can either choose another one or stick with ours until they
can get one sent to us at end of October. FFS springs to mind. I think somebody
doesn’t understand the accepted use of the word ‘deposit’.
L meets Daughter at the train station. She's back in Nottingham
yet again, sadly this time it is for the occasion of L’s brother funeral
tomorrow. They both join us in the Navigation pub where we go after squash.
I lose 4-1 but I was just about to make it 4-2 because I was
9-3 up when the next pair of players knocked on the door. I'm sure I saw money
change hands.
(Tuesday 4th October)
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