It's all your sh*t that's done it.

I think this has to be my favourite line from today. Mid-morning, the builder of the new flats at the back came to point out that our drains had blocked up again (almost a year to the day after last time!) I dutifully phoned the agents (will miss being able to do that!) who said “if the blockage is your fault, you will have to pay, not the landlord.” i patiently explained that we had a bin for wipes and didn’t put nappies, san-pro (well, Mrs R, EVERYONE puts san-pro down the toilet so it could be that” *sigh*) or anything else dubious down our toilet. She repeated a variety of dire warnings, but shortly after slightly-drunk-Ray, bringer of dynorods, arrived. By this time, the rather delicious builder from the back (who’s name is Yorick!) had assured me that i had a wonky shaped drain and that there was no way it was our fault so when Ray appeared i went out to supervise and make sure he didn’t pull a fast one.

Which was when he uttered the immortal colloquial line “it is your fault; that’s all your household shit blocking it…” And there was me thinking that putting shit down toilets was in fact acceptable behaviour! 😆 He even grumbled about the amount of toilet paper we use, till i pointed out that there were 6 bottoms in residence. 🙄

Anyway, aside from that i’ve had the normal tedious conversations with the water board (our new house doesn’t exist… no kidding!) the student loan company (i still don’t earn £1600 a month… no kidding) and packed a few more boxes in a very desultory fashion. I’m so not packed. I’ve beaded, but things have gone a bit quiet, though May is always a bit quiet, i’ve parceled up ebay stuff, i’ve had a nice mail back from Perler and i’ve assisted the children in a variety of computer games, puppet making and reading extravaganzas. Maddy performed a play with barbies for me which had the slightly disturbing storyline of a woman throwing her new baby away down a pipe because it had red hair, then throwing herself in a lake with remorse, then being reunited only to lock said child up in a tower till she was an adult at which point the mother died and the daughter escaped to immediately marry an overbearing prince. I do wonder about that girl at times. She also did several pages of a maths book without any help and impressed me no end by working out money sums all on her own and a number line graded only with small medium and large lines and marking off numbers on it up to 200 without any help.

Fran threw a strop because i must hate her and love her less than the others because i ask her to do work. 🙄 She ended up working on a writing book on her own and doing really nice stuff in it, but not without an odd amount of teenishness. 🙄 Other than that, she is out in the garden loads at the moment, which she badly needs as we haven’t been getting out enough for her.

Amelie charmed a Dora game from the payable bit of nickjr.com out of me and played on that all day really, mainly “caring” for Dora’s twin baby brother and sister. Caring seemed to involve putting them on the roof! Josie (did i blog she has now perfected “hey-yo boobee!” while pulling up my shirt?) is even more ultra adorable now that the smelly ear has been diffused with the bionic banana antibiotics. I like ABs you only have to give once a day! She is regularly glued to Dora but also loves to sit and watch the rabbit and play with Bibby, her doll. She doesn’t seem to care that everything is in boxes at all.

And tomorrow we complete on the house. Eeeek 🙂