I went into uni for 10.30am today and I only really stopped working at about 9.30pm. That's quite a long day's work. And it doesn't seem to actually amount to much. I suppose there are things in my head that weren't there before, or something. I don't think Ali believes that I'm actually doing work. I didn't even get back from uni until 5.20pm. I had a break while I watched Neighbours, and I phoned home for half an hour or something, but that's it. I ought to feel worthy, or something.

The reason I phoned home to get some hints about our broken toilet. Ali actually said that if we left it alone it might get better. I hadn't noticed that that generally worked with broken things. Ah well.

Using my rather incomplete knowledge about the inner workings of toilets, I have discovered that it's the plungery type thing inside the cistern that's broken. The bit that pushes the water through the system. The handle's fine, it just doesn't have any pressure. It's not moving any water anywhere. It's been gradually getting worse for a while, so it's not like it's a surprise it's finally died. So it's onto manual "pouring buckets of water from a great height" flushing until the landlady pays out for a plumber. Or attempts to mend it herself and floods the entire house. Or worse, some sort of enormous geyser type thing happens and we all die.

It's Ali's house, so she's the landlady, just in case you were wondering. :p

She doesn't seem to blog much these days, so maybe I can get away with talking about her. Mwahahaha.

Enough about toilets!

I have been mostly.... WATCHING (TV): neighbours (bbc 1) / READING: sting (wensley clarkson) / LISTENING: hours (david bowie); feel good time (pink)

posted by Fiery Fred @ 10:56 PM