I’ve yet to notice anyone talking about what to do when your well runs dry or your broadband slows to a trickle and, more pertinently for us at the moment, what to do when you discover to your horror that the drain to your septic tank is blocked and there’s no Dynarod service just round the corner! Yes, there are firms who will come and help you out – at a price - but they are miles away and often not available when you really need them.
All this explains why DH and I, instead of taking advantage of this week’s lovely spring-like weather to work in the garden, have been forced to don our wellies and oldest clothes and sally forth into the field behind the house armed with picks, shovels and drain-rods to do battle with a recalcitrant drain.
After much prodding and cursing we’ve located the problem and tomorrow, with the help of our farmer neighbour and his digger, we will hopefully solve it, but in the meantime I’m aching from head to toe with the unaccustomed hard labour and realising that I really am not as young as I was.
Now I’m off to put my feet up and relax with my knitting (this time birthday socks for DD) leaving you to enjoy one of my very favourite comic sketches. If only DH and I had had the Two Ronnies to help us, we’d have found the problem in a trice. J