And sad.
So. Won't go into details but in December the kitchen started to flood on a pretty much daily basis which has been partially dealt with, and is still coming in. (Much less. I THINK. Haven't had the same amount of rain so I don't know.)
We have a granite cottage the kitchen and dining room of which were saturated a week ago, and an industrial dehumidifier left by the insurance company belting out cold air. Our downstairs is open plan, so everything is cold.
I am sat here under a blanket shivering. There is no one I can talk to to sort it out because the people who need to finish the work aren't back till 4th January.
I want to cry, but DH and the Junior Engineer are already pretty bloody miserable too.
And a merry fucking Christmas to a certain statutory body who left it like this, too.