I have so many things I meant to blog about – I’ve been really busy and some of it is (I think) quite interesting. But September just … went. One minute it was the August bank holiday and I was preparing for a week’s holiday in Cornwall, and the next we’re nearly half way through October. What happened? And did it happen to anyone else?
September was going to be my ‘taking stock’ month. After a fairly hectic few months, September was going to be a month to catch up. Not do anything new, just some work, a bit of pottering in the house and garden, get back into creative things again…
Well, as they say, make plans and God laughs. We had a lovely holiday, and came back all relaxed and cheerful to find… water coming through the kitchen ceiling. On my list of things not to find on my return from holiday, ‘water coming through the ceiling’ is pretty darn high. We have fairly acid water anyway, but with two dry summers in a row (yes, we had a dry summer – the rest of the UK is complaining about the awful wet summer, and here, in Wales, I have lost garden plants because I forgot to water them) it’s been down to about pH4. And so has eaten through our copper pipes. We didn’t have a leak – we had dozens, perhaps hundreds, of teeny leaks. All over the house.
So, off went the water, up came the floorboards, Poof! went our plans of a quiet month. We had no water, bar the cold kitchen tap, for a week and a half. We decamped to my in-laws’ for a weekend, where we all had baths, enjoyed the ability to flush the loo without a bucket and I monopolised the washing machine. The water came back on, but the floorboards are still up and the contents of the airing cupboard are on floors everywhere and Mr S&S is having to get to the most unlikely places to replace pipes, which necessitates emptying cupboards and moving things about. One one level, we’re lucky that Mr S&S is able to do the replumbing, because we have no money and to pay a plumber to do it, we’d have to sell an organ or something. But this means he’s doing it around other jobs, so it takes ages. Actually, that’s what plumbers do, isn’t it? Oh, OK, we’re just lucky, then. (When I said in my speech at our wedding that one of the reasons I was marrying Mr S&S was because he could do plumbing and wiring, people laughed. But I wasn’t really joking.)
So between that, and work, and the usual stuff, weeks have gone by in a blur. I do want to blog about Cornwall, though, because it was lovely, so prepare for a little flurry of belated holiday posts.