It could be as simple as running out of milk at 9:45pm. Or there being a spider on the wall next to the toilet. Or something, somewhere doing something that it shouldn't be doing … like rattling or smelling or leaking etc.
Now let me digress just a little … in order for you to appreciate the full extent of my grievance.
Back on the 3rd of February, 2014 I wrote this blog post.
To sum it up, the stupid pump on the stupid water tank had stupidly stopped pumping and the putrid poo was rising in the stupid toilet. I was given no conceivable choice but to pay Mr Pumpy Fixitman $800 to get my plumbing pumping.
At that time I made the bold pronouncement … because clearly I am somewhat psychic … that come the 4th of February, 2015 I would be forced to shell out more exorbitant amounts of money on the stupid pump … because that would be the day the warranty ran out.
Well I managed 7 days of grace … but last night … on the 10th of February, 2015 … no doubt brought on by the absence of Hubby … I discovered this:
I sent a text to Hubby in the vain hope that he would tell me it was something I could ignore.
So call them I did.
"Oh yeah … that sounds like the connector joint … $440 … I'll be there this arvo."
