Gah!

There is, I am sure, no good day on which to wake up and find your kitchen sink has mysteriously blocked itself utterly overnight.

Today, though? When I can't find the plunger, and I've run out of chemical unblocker, and I have to make jams and pickles and hence I need to wash and sterilise jars and then wash sticky sugary pots and utensils? So not a good day...

[And I have now been to town and come home with chemical unblocker that is doing nothing at all, and I still can't find the plunger, and I'm starting to look at the U-bend and wonder if I have the tools & technique to unscrew it; and I'm supposed to be working, damn it. And making jams and pickles. And I'm not.]

Update: we has gushy sinks!

I found my plunger; you may call me the plongeur. Whatever was blocking my sink, no longer is. I now have the cleanest tubes in the west.

Also, I have made pickle, and jam. Which boiled over out of the jars I ladled it into, which was new. Much stickiness, for washing. Is okay. I can wash! I has water that sinks in sink!

Also I have done a modicum of work, but only a modicum. But am going to stop regardless, and cook cauliflower-mac-and-cheese. With bacon. Because I can. I am a kitchen god, and plug-holes gurgle as I pass.