I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. So, it's 3am and we're running every hot tap in the house... : comments.
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Too cool for subject
If there is so much as a gurgle now, we both leap for the nearest tap.
(And it's not as though I can even have a bath - there is a better than 50% chance that I'd end up in the living room. Our house, she is fragile...)
Our house, she is fragile..
Our bathroom has the best floor in the house; we wanted stone tiles so we had to have a 3/4" layer of plywood screwed down first, it's the only floor that doesn't squeak and bend alarmingly. *g* The bedroom's solid enough but the boards are riddled with (now dead) woodworm, not pretty enough to polish and see alas.
We feel each others pain. ::huggles the epistrophia::
The stove is certainly efficient but lawks a lawdy, I wish it wouldn't *do* that, you know? Now we know it's working properly, we're letting it go out. We have every window open and it's like August in the Caribbean in here. :o)