must do the rosary This is what my grandmother used to say (good soul) every time a tragedy was followed, more or less abruptly, from another.
Silently, stealthily, in the midst of laundry a week ago the water decided to flood the kitchen and the closet because (we would have found out later) of a pipe plug from its position jumped beautifully. The plumber We have proposed a scenario of terrifying fact SMUR accounts and savory. Desperately, we call the workers to remove the kitchen and then disappears again ... who the plumber! First you invent a devastating influence, then simply do not find, only to quickly respond if called by another number.
The first reaction was envy: who, in times of crisis, can afford to ignore beautiful work deserves all my admiration. The second was to wonder, upon learning that the reason for the disappearance was the fact that he was dumped by the girl, the daughter of a friend of my father (this bill us as enemies). I passed with flying colors, however, phase 2, as the Twingo used for years and years of experience, but recognizing the enemy at its most devastating.
The third reaction was sadness, especially on the third evening that took advantage of the evening shower to wash the dishes (yes, that's right ... you can imagine a woman naked in the shower while it passes the sponge on a dirty plate while at his feet mingle in harmony gel and dish soap ... poetic, is not it?).
Luckily, we found a second hydraulic system, with less Paturnie of the first ideas and less catastrophic. At that point, however, the workers are gone, and we had to reassemble the kitchen alone.
The Pika, a day after he decided that his starter had become too old and has been waiting to find me alone and leave me in the rain ... and to give away more money electret! Joy! We also want to put your computer monitor broken? But yes, go!