Well this mornings excitement has just died down.
Much loud and agitated squawking from the wrinklie matriarch was to be hear echoing round the house shortly after 7am. Roused from the mattress on the floor we staggered out to find out what the commotion was about.
There was a note on the shower room door. DO NOT USE THE SHOWER.
Much squawking could now be heard from downstairs along with banging of doors. It seems that the out side pipes may have frozen, distinct possibility this house is in a time warp nothing and I mean nothing has been touched in the last 40 years if not longer.
Matriarch then decides that pipes in attic may be frozen, distinct possibility, huge house no central heating -10 outside and 2 inches of insulation.
Lurkio 50 year old son who still lives at home and has never had a job is screeched at from the bottom of the stairs he is ordered into the loft. He can't go into the loft as his hotwater bottle has burst in his bed, could well be a bed-wetting mid life crisis thing given what goes on here.
Loft is entered by Mr C. Matriarch standing at the bottom of the ladder telling him that he will fall through the roof and that the tank can't be frozen despite not being insulated as it is made out of fibreglass. This dear reader is one of many pearls of wisdom that drop from her mouth.
Patriarch wrinklie has retired to his study where as I type he is being berated by the harridan for not lagging the pipes in the outside lav several years ago befor he had a series of mini strokes and could barely walk.
Lurkio is in the dining room trying to dry two quilts with a hair dryer that looks like this. He is muttering darkly about Pound Shop hot water bottles.
Not sure what he is going to do about his sodden mattress.
He has two bedrooms next to each other each with a double bed in them. I heard the harridan shouting at him to move into the other bed he shouted back that this would involve moving all the clutter from said bed.
I will be going out in a while I may be gone for some time.
