I’ve spent most of the day typing up scripts and copy stories and editing clips in front of a computer screen, dealing with the build up to the Budget. I also went to interview a farmer who’s only answer to the prospect of increased tax on the 4x4s he uses on and off his farm is to use the tractor instead…I’m sure that’s going to help C02 emissions and fuel consumption at 5 miles per gallon…great foresight from Mr Darling…again.
Oh the water boarding update…well you wont believe it but I had a bit of a Sherlock Holmes type discovery last evening…
I was chatting in the pub…yes another thing us students sometimes do, although it was the first time I’d been in one since the Rugby World Cup…anyway I was chatting, and as I retold my watery nightmare there was an uncanny recognition coming from one of my listeners. The similar experience of rainy awakenings…a mirror image of my sleepless nights…how could this be??? Well it turned out that mine was not the only tale of watery woe to come from the exact same location…only a year previously the same story had unfolded and the same action by the occupant had been taken.
Now I should probably explain what happened yesterday evening…before the pub outing…it was a busy day, what can I say…a gentleman of senior years came to inspect my leakage problem…well I say he was of senior years, I didn’t actually meet him as I was at Farnham Health Clinic being told it was now time for an implant, but that’s another story for a different day. This was recounted to me by one of my flat mates.
So the fellow in question apparently said: he couldn’t see where the water was coming from…it might be coming in from a vent somewhere…it probably wont get fixed for a while and he couldn’t get up his ladder to have a look because it was too windy.
VENT!! The only ventilation going on is through the multiple holes in my bleeding ceiling…aaaaaggggghhh
Introduction to yours truly postponed again…
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