Full Moon Madness
There’s madness in the air – must be the full moon, or maybe it’s something in the water down here in our Devon household. It’s been a heck of a few days!
For those of you not in the know, I had a little brush with the out of hours doctor and emergency services over the weekend (am much better now). They say nurses make the worst patients and I suspect this is true, as I spent most of the time pathetically saying, ‘isn’t this something my GP could deal with?’ hoping to be given a few meds and sent home. I really wanted one of my nursy mates to take my blood, as they are actually really good at it, whereas the person who was attempting to get the samples wasn’t! anyhoo – we survived.
T had one of those days on Monday where events piled up, so that she spent 12 hours at work, but the real fun began last night:
Picture the scene:
Terri took the chicken from the oven and set it aside to rest. The delcious aroma filled the kitchen as she split an avocado and popped out the stone with a knife. Sam wandered in, all angles as teenage boys are,
‘Is Mum home then?’
‘No, why?’ Said Terri, a puzzled frown crossing her forehead as she sliced the fruit and added it to the salad.
‘I heard a ‘plink’ noise and someone’s running the shower in your room’
Terri put the salad ingredients on the counter and walked to the bottom of the stairs, head cocked to one side, listening.
‘you’re right, there is water running.’ Terri bounded upstairs three at a time, with Sam in hot pursuit. They both stood open mouthed as water gushed from a large crack in the lavatory cistern in the top-most bathroom.
There is a well-known law that says if a cistern is going to spontaneously crack wide open it must be the one at the very top of the house, so as to spread water as generously as possible.
‘Find some towels.’ Terri yelled at Sam. ‘I’ll find the stop-cock.’ Sam sprinted away, returning seconds later with a small burgundy hand-towel with which to stem the (by now) torrent. Terri stared at the tiny fluffy square with disbelief. ‘More towels, Sam, all of the towels you can find.’
‘Dunno where they are,’
‘In the linen cupboard.’
‘Where’s that?.’
‘The one in the spare bedroom.’
‘Uh?’
‘The cupboard in the spare room next to the shower that you use every morning.’ Terri’s voice was beginning to sound a little brusque as she scrabbled in the tight space behind the lav.
‘I dunno, do I’ Sam clumped away on a quest for terry cloth.
There is a second unwritten law that in an emergency you will not know how to switch off the stop cock – Larry The Handyman to the rescue!
I arrived home from work to find the place awash with water and sodden household linen. There was the pleasant tinkling of sparkling streams as they made their way from light fittings into buckets and mattresses.
Still, it had been a really muggy day, so we all enjoyed the paddle and I expect a bit of DIY cistern replacement will be just what we need on our holiday to stop us being bored. I always find home plumbing such a relaxing pastime, don’t you? If that’s not stimulating enough, there are a couple of ceilings that could do with a paint.
The third unwritten law is that the worst affected ceiling will always be the one that you have most recently decorated.
I thought I might have a day off from writing my two novels today. I expect I’ll wash a few towels and wait for the moon to wane.