Pynchon

No work for me until Wednesday. Monday I am going with my Brother to see Crowded House at the NEC. Tuesday I will be recovering from going with my Brother to see Crowded House at the NEC.

Today... Well, today I just fancied a day off, but I also had plans. Today was going to be a blur of cinema going, filing, ringing the Tax Office over a weird letter I got from them about a shortfall of NI contributions for the period 2005 through 2006, ringing my pension provider to increase my contributions from January 2008, buying Christmas presents, hoovering, food shopping and a million other things. I say was because I haven't done a thing because the water has been off. From the sound of the water tank, it looks like it is just coming back on.

We had a note from Severn Trent last week saying that they were going to do be doing maintenance overnight, last night, from 9pm to 6am. Fair enough. I suppose these things have to happen. This morning I got up early because I promised Lorraine I would cook breakfast for her, being the nice boyfriend and all that guff. I noticed that there was only a trickle of water out of the kitchen tap. Lorraine leapt into the shower. She was lucky. There was enough water in the tank for her, but I have been bereft all morning.

I rang Severn Trent. There was a problem. They expected the water to be back 'later'. 'When later?' 'Don't know.'

Okey dokey.

I have been fretting. I have been moving from room to room, carrying the phone waiting for it to ring. I watched the extras on my "Gangsters" DVD. I made a cup of tea. I drank my cup of tea. I had a piss in my back garden, watched by a squirrel. He admired the size of my manhood and will no doubt tell his friends about it. I went back into the house. I sat down. I stood up. I checked my email. Waste of a morning. There was nothing wrong with the phone. I could have made my phone calls.

Never mind.

I suppose I had better have a wash.

Labels: Squirrels, Stress, Water