I haven't been around for a while, partly because I was, quite literally, not here for a week. Yep, another trip to la belle france, which went very well until I had a tyre blow on the way home. Let me assure you, 300 miles on motorways at 50 mph gets b o r i n g. We were even overtaken by a horse and cart! Well, not really, but being passed by a convoy of articulated heavy goods vehicles can be quite scary.
Back home, there was trouble with the shower leaking through the kitchen ceiling.
Plumber the first: I'm 95% certain it's the drain. Either remove the whole shower or cut a hole in the kitchen ceiling to get to it. I'll have my mate call you.
I chased after 24 hours and gave up after 48.
Plumber number two: My mate will be with you Saturday morning. Next week.
To a letting agency I know. Do you have a good plumber?
Of course. I'll ring Sue in the office.
Sue: He'll be with you between 1 and 3 tomorrow.
Next day, 12.40, unloading the shopping when the plumber apologises for being early. Twenty minutes later, job done. How much?
Oh, forget it.
I'll you them another time.