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Oh, the deep joy of waiting for the plumber to turn up. Who was supposed to be here at 8.30am and hasn't arrived yet. *headdesk*

Sadly, I have a leaky toilet - though at least it's leaking from the pipe where the water goes in, not anywhere else less sanitary - and my central heating is making a funny noise that makes me think it's going to explode and as a result I don't want to use it so currently have no heating or hot water, so I didn't have much choice other than to take time off work to hang around waiting for the plumber.

Shortly I am going to phone them up and point out that nobody has arrived yet. And then I'm going to have another cup of coffee and an apricot danish and pout. ;)

E.T.A. - I should have known it was too good to be true. "Oh, we don't give specific times," according to the guy this morning. So clearly "you're first on the list at 8.30am" when I booked the guy to come round was so much BS. Pffft.

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My toilet is fixed, my central heating no longer sounds like it's about to blow apart, and I hope they stay that way, because plumbers are not cheap.

I don't know if it's just me, but I'm wondering if I've become so used to living on my own that after a couple of hours I was getting antsy with the plumbers being in my house and just wanted them to leave. Even though my toilet was in bits at this point in time.

And it's not that they were objectionable in any way, but I just wanted them not to be in my house any more.