replumbed

I am pulled from deep slumber again this morning by the unexpected arrival of the plumber (who seems to operate during the hours of darkness). I am still missing shower doors and am three tiles short of a finished floor, but at least I have water again and everything has been replumbed. (Funny how a hankering after a new pair of Prada boots pales into insignificance beside real luxuries such as hot and cold running water.) After ploughing through the accumulated washing-up and a brisk whizz around the local market - I hate to think that I am missing out on anything - it is back to work with a vengeance to make up for time lost on the tile hunt.