Today was my first day left to my own devices, as Ally headed back to the daily grind. Although her PhD work is affiliated with the University of Cambridge, she works at the European Bioinformations Institute located approximately 10 miles south of the town proper. As such, once one calculates in transit time, the little woman is away from about 8 in the morning to 6:30 at night, leaving her house-husband to get up to all sorts of deviousness.
Today’s deviousness was mainly taken up by sitting around the home waiting for the plumber to arrive.
We made the unfortunate discovery early on in our tenancy that our kitchen sink was steadfastly plugged, and no amount of store-bought chemical warfare was going to resolve the issue. As such, it was decided to call in the specialists, who with their sophisticated array of deadly weaponry would hopefully be able to save the day.
At least, this was my hope.
I waited through the morning and into the afternoon (yes, I’m pleased to report that some things – home repairman schedules being one of them – are universal), and when the plumber finally arrived in the late afternoon, he was armed with no piece of weaponry more sophisticated than a plunger.
His professional analysis of the situation: “Yeah, wow. ‘s really plugged up, yeah?”
So, this initial reconnaissance mission completed, they’re sending in someone else tomorrow who, I am told, will bring with him a device (my first visitor raised his eyebrows at this point and spoke with no small amount of reverence in his voice) perfectly suited for resolving my situation.
At least things are moving along. Still, this means another night of working without a kitchen sink, which becomes frustrating to the point of madcap hilarity when one takes into consideration that we do not have a dishwasher. I won’t go into detail here, but rather simply suggest that the bathtub is a far more versatile fixture than it is often given credit for, as are hand-held shower heads.
You do what you have to do.