I was washing Sarahs hair tonight and had to wait for ages for the water to feel a little less like it was running straight off of a glacier and get to vaguely room temperature. Something was amiss.

Yep, no hot water from any tap in the house. Bugger.

So a call was made to Jo's dad who is a retired plumber and heating engineer. He suggested a test to find out if it was the boiler or the pump, which involved turning the thermostat up full and seeing what the boiler did.

The thermostat was cranked and the boiler roared into life, the radiators steamed into hotness and we were vaporised instantly, leaving nothing but blackened silhouettes on the walls.

Once we were all better, we reasoned that the boiler was indeed working and therefore the water pump is fucked. Again.

So, if I want a hot shower tomorrow I have to get up an hour before I want to, turn the immersion heater thing on (because leaving it on all night would run up a big bill) and then go back to bed till its time to get up.

Hmmmm, I may well be having a cold shower tomorrow.

Probably long overdue....

Where do you feel most at home?

I like both actually, I love the peace of walking through forests and sitting by a river (what is it with me and rivers anyway! Must be a Pisces thing) I like big views and hills and stuff.

But I also love Cities and the bustle that goes on in them. I really enjoy city breaks and exploring a new place. People everywhere and traffic noise – it’s all good. You can actually disappear into your own little world in a city. Sitting watching people hurrying by from a bar or coffee shop window is a great way to relax.

It’s the bit in between the town and country I am less keen on – the Suburbs. It’s easier to stand out in the suburbs. All that curtain twitching. All that, “you don’t come from round here” bollocks. I find it uncomfortable. Which is odd because most of my life has been spent living in the suburbs.

As much as I like the countryside I think actually living in it for any length of time would eventually drive me mad. Living in a city could get a bit stressful as well but I think I am probably more suited to it.

What about you?

But in here it is all foggy and damp. “In here” being my brain, which is not functioning too well after yesterday.

I did get most of what I needed packed but discovered that I am a bit lacking in underwear, not having stashed enough at S&F’s to cover me for the holiday. No, going commando is not an option thanks, I stopped doing that years ago.

So I will have to pick some up from the house or buy some more. Where does underwear go? Do the underpants gnomes come in the night? Do they just dissolve into the ether? Hmm, mine probably do.

Also my efforts to shed a few pounds before going away have come to exactly FAIL!

So when I come back after two weeks of eating and drinking and laying around I will have the chubs. And hopefully a suntan.

Must attempt to look busy, bye bye.