Domestic drama

Yay.

It rained last night.  Not hugely surprising in autumn.  Unfortunately, the rain fell the wrong way and leaked in under the door and down the hall.  This happens with fair regularity when we have abrupt heavy rain.  It's the fault of the house for being 400 years old, built on a slope and having a sort of walled in yard in the middle of it into which every gutter eventually runs.  If they all do it at once, in quantity, flooding ensues.

Towels down and it will dry quite fast, but wet feet this morning.

Floors - and why I hate buying stuff.

Following the hideous discovery of chipboard under the leaking loo last week - which is both too much information and too much alliteration - we now have a floor in the upstairs bathroom.

Said floor is flat and firm and will support the weight of a bath.  It is also naked.  I therefore need to find a tape measure, get some figures and head down to the local carpet and lino shop to buy something for it to wear.

Inevitably, this will be accompanied by a lot of technical questions which I won't understand as enormous patronising men in overalls try to explain why I want something I never knew I needed.  This will leave me feeling insecure and grumpy.  Shopping often has this effect on me, which is why I do as much as possible online.