This is what happens when you max out the credit card making sure the cat has a good send-off.
The vet sends a very expensive condolence card.
The kitchen light decides to fritz itself.
And my feet get wet.
The last was a bit of a worry since I was sitting on the throne at the time.
I mean I'm not a bloke and my aim is usually pretty spot on.
So where were the lapping waves coming from?
Oh just look at that!
Who'd have thought a little flangy rubber thing holding two pipes together could disintegrate faster than Costello's dreams of leadership.
Fortunately lawn mowing man also doubles as handyman so he's putting in a new one tomorrow.
Not worrying about the kitchen, the dirt looks so romantic in candlelight.