Ooh, fuckity-fuck
Jun. 4th, 2010 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI hate it when people prove me right.
My lovely plumber came. And peered, and sucked air through his teeth, and said everything I had been afraid of: that it's too big a job for him, that the joist is completely knackered, that I need a joiner, that it's bad bad baaaad...
Urk. Maybe there will be not so much cricket and taxes after all, not so many pages. Maybe there will be more running-away. It's warm and dry and sunny out there. Gloomy and damp - damn the rotten damp! - in here.
*runs away*
My lovely plumber came. And peered, and sucked air through his teeth, and said everything I had been afraid of: that it's too big a job for him, that the joist is completely knackered, that I need a joiner, that it's bad bad baaaad...
Urk. Maybe there will be not so much cricket and taxes after all, not so many pages. Maybe there will be more running-away. It's warm and dry and sunny out there. Gloomy and damp - damn the rotten damp! - in here.
*runs away*