That was the week that was…

Do you remember that programme? Bernard Braden, David Frost and Millicent Martin who sang (badly) when they reviewed the past week. It’s been a bit of a week here too – not least because we’re still trying to settle our rescue cats amid trips to the vet. They are very nervous, easily spooked by unexpected noises and one of them needs medicine for a few more days, still unable to go outside till they are really settled and we’re confident they will come home. As well as this we’ve had a plumber to do small jobs…leaking taps…you get the idea. He happened to notice a leak from our hot water tank and decided to fix it, but that didn’t go well. I’ll spare you the details but, suffice to say, we’ve had no heat, hot water then cold water, for quite a few days. I don’t like upheaval or being cold at the best of times and we’ve had a mixture of weather this week, today being very chilly. Meal plans have gone out of the window and I’ve just become more and more cross. But now, by a minor miracle, we are warm and have water that’s hot. We can wash up and shower with impunity. The moral of this tale? Value your tradesmen, keep them sweet and make them copious amounts of tea/coffee. Oh, and if it’s their birthday, make them cake.