Drains.

Not good news.

The chaps came today in the pouring rain, dug a hole, removed the section of collapsed drain.

Then wondered why the water still wasn’t draining away.

There is an additional collapse further down the garden, under the shed.

Fuck.

Is that the job tripling in price, I wonder?

Original, I could just about cover the quoted work and still have my trip to Spain. Now I don’t know.

No I am far from sure and I can feel an intense emotional

I feel like SCREAMING!

I am continuing to deposit “solids” at the gym or any other public convenience that isn’t too repulsive. Showers are at the gym as well.

The water from the washing up I just throw in the garden.

I have been unwilling to use the washing machine because I was afraid that the strong detergents would harm the plants.

So I am left with a blocked drain, plus a garden which has become a swampy cesspit.

Having been working so hard since my husband moved out, having this essential functional part of my home turn against me and create a fresh load of chaos and expense is quite upsetting.

It stinks.

But the husband has offered to do some laundry for me, which I very much appreciate!

I am glad that we are still friends.

I do love that man!