| Friday, July 02, 2004 |
 | This from our Catch-22 department.
I have no hot water. The boiler has, with a single obstreperous fart, declined further to boil, or to simmer, or to seethe, or even to express mild water-heating annoyance. As such, I am unwilling to take lengthy showers. Fortunately, I have the option of starting early, going to the gym and showering there. To do this, of course, I have to get up early. It also involves seeing a lot more naked manflesh than I am used to at half past eight in the morning, but every rose has its etc.
So far so good. However, with rare celerity, man with wrench has been delivered unto me. This means, of course, that I cannot get into work early, which means that I don't really have an opportunity to shower, which means that in the quest for hot water I find myself looking increasingly like a tramp.
On the bright side, man with wrench is currently on the case, and looking as if he knows what he is doing, so that's all good...
...or all bad. Ye gods. It turns out that this flat was built by Satan himself, in a rush. The floor will come up. The road will come up. The gas will be on, and off, and on, and off. And so on. Oh God, and so on. Why are are all London flats decorated so consistently in Early Deathtrap?
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