doing the hot water dance

Did anybody hear my RAGE last week? The hotel bathroom had no bath. No bath, no little shampoos and lotions for me to steal, and no free biscuits. Seriously. I don't know how that can even class as a hotel. Also, the floor was laminate. If I want laminate floors, I can go kick my tenants out and walk around on the Topps Tiles' Special that is my Birmingham flat. In a hotel, though, I want to walk barefoot on carpet and steal shampoo and have a bath.  There was definite rage.

Anyway. While I was away, the Evil Landlord got another boiler engineer around and they bodged something together, breaking our no-heat stalemate at just under three weeks.  So I had a bath when I came home, and it was Good.  The boiler hasn't broken again - yet - so I'm doing an unholy amount of laundry this week, just in case. You're not that interested in my laundry dilemmas, though, right? But this is the writing life; the laundry, the cups of tea, the random bouts of tidying-up. If I stopped with the laundry, I'd have to dissertate. Instead, I've got the World Cup (Go, South Korea and Greece! And Mexico, my non-sweepstake favourites. Fantastic lads, the lot of them.) and Wimbledon. I heart Wimbledon, and I especially heart its reigning champ, Roger Federer. I can't get my head around the fact that he's younger than me. He looks so mature and steady. I bet his appliances aren't bodged together.

4 comments:

Imola said...

The title of your blog is amazing...a fair warning that everything should be taken with a pinch of salt??

Best!

Valerie O'Riordan said...

Haha - thanks Imola! Pinches of salt all round - except my hot water issues, they're all TRUE FACTS.

Clare Wallace said...

Hey! Your blog always makes me chuckle. I spent a serious amount of time randomly tidying up /doing laundry/ drinking tea/ wandering round the flat/ talking to the cat and the plants rather than working on my dissertation. And I definitely didn't do any writing whatsoever when Wimbledon was on.

Valerie O'Riordan said...

Roger's out! I want to cry. Looks like I'll have to get back writing soon too. Hmmm...