We have had no hot water since Thursday. We live in rented accommodation. The landlord ummed and aahed until Sunday at which point he turned up with a bloke who I though was called Pete. Pete'll Fix It to give him his full title. Nobber and Pete'll Fix It spent a few hours upstairs banging about and spewing dust and plaster and limescale and water all over dd's bedroom before sodding off and promising to come back tomorrow (Monday).
Pete came back alone, spent several hours banging and muttering about corroded elements and with an almighty bang about 6pm last night, part of the kitchen ceiling fell in and water spewed all over the floor.
Pete'll Fix It came down and apologised profusely, explaining that he's 'just a gardener' after all. Oh ho ho ho says I, what a jolly jape, a gardener. No, imagine my mirth, Pete'll Fix It is Pete The Gardener. Or Have A Go Pete. He's not fussy.
He's been back again today. More banging, more muttering. He's given up. Pete Only A Gardener has gone home. I bear him no ill will. He seems very upset that he couldn't help.
Nobber's gone to Portugal btw. Feature hole in the ceiling, no hot water, non-functioning immersion heater.
I'd laugh, but I'm too busy crying.