The joys of home ownership

The plumber was over for 4+ hours the other day, they have yet top send me an invoice. Can't wait. The plumber couldn't even give me a guesstimate on the cost, and it turns out his boss is a kid who used to pick on me in high school. Great. He gets to continue his regime of cunt-act when my name comes across his desk on a job sheet for him to invoice.

The guy brought a metal tentacle like Dr Octopus with a spinning blade on the end and sent it 20m down the sewer pipe to tear out the roots a big tree next door was growing into the drains. I showed my kids the machine and then had to hold them both back by the scruff of the neck. The thing's got a motor with spinning parts, it's flinging shit and juice everywhere like a rodeo bull machine from Futurama, and the kids want to step over it to get upstairs. The guy told me about a kid at one job his laces got caught in the machine and it nearly took off his leg.

Anyway so there are some other dramas with the house, no biggie. I drive to work, 3 mins from work the engine dies, called RACV, I'm on the moble to RACV, the trams stuck behind me and the tram driver's leaning in thru the window telling me to hang up and push my car out of his way. I stay on hold smiling and nodding like I can't speak english, and he and a passenger push while I steer and talk to RACV operator. The RACV guy comes and shows me a pipe has broken half in and half out of the engine, needs towing. So a towie comes and tows it back home and I get the tram to work.

Unless the office roof actually falls down on my head, things can only get better from here.

But the funny thing is I'm quite happy and really like the house.
It's easier to like a house when you can flush the upstairs loo without the kitchen sink, downstairs loo and shower all filling up with sewer water.

I still reckon the Laundry's haunted but.