Bah
Oct.03, 2008, filed under Miscellany
Today I am having a lazy, sniffly day at home. I have plenty of annual leave, which must be used by the end of the year, a head injury and now a head cold. While I’m certainly not too sick to go to work, I’m far too sick to have any motivation for going to work, so I took the day off.
Having got up late despite going to bed early (thus proving that this was a good idea because as well as sleeping lots I’m constantly ravenous, indicating full-on recovery is going on) I pottered around for a while and then realised I didn’t have my eye in my face. Found it on the bedside table, which is remarkably organised for me. Usually when I take it out in my sleep I shove it somewhere stupid like inside the pillow case for safety and then I spend twenty minutes fretting the next morning because I can’t find it and might have accidentally eaten it. I have no idea what my body gets up to while I’m dreaming. Do you know what yours does? Have you ever thought about it? Maybe you should.
I went to the bathroom, soaped my hands, soaped my eye and then turned the tap back on to rinse only for nothing to come out.
Buh?
I found half a glass of water by the side of the bed, which meant I could complete the process of rendering my eye soap-free and thus not a stinging mass of teh nasteh when it went back in the (already abused, see previous post) socket. I then went outside to look for some itinerant tradesman who might be responsible for turning off the water. The only tradesmen on site were joiners and they professed total lack of responsibility. Might be because they’re fixing the mains supply up at Granton Square, they opined helpfully.
Hmmm.
I phoned Scottish Water’s Customer Helpline only to find myself listening to a recorded message about water going off in Leith last night. Finally I heard another phone number and called that. The nice lady on the other end of my phone asked for my postcode and then told me that there is a hydrant that’s being repaired and it will take 1 – 2 hours.
Fine. But here’s the thing: they just turned it off. No warning, no notice. I could have been in the shower. It’s a bloody good job we’ve got a water filter in the fridge, or I’d be forced to drink booze all afternoon (it’s important to take on plenty of fluids when you’ve got a cold) and the only booze we’ve got in the house is single malt whisky…
Update: The water supply has been restored. It’s just as well. I am in dire need of caffeination.
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~the quality or state of being singular;
~a point at which the derivative of a given function of a complex variable does not exist but every neighborhood of which contains points for which the derivative exists;
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