The Boiler’s out
The water’s cold
The new wood floor
Looks warped and old
and it’s raining
Raining in my flat.
The plumber says
it’s not insured
and further costs
must be endured
cos it’s raining
and he is a twat.
He is, Dear Reader, Oh, and by the way please sing the above as indicated by the accompanying picture.
Any road up, it’s not insured because he omitted to tell me it needed servicing every year and he didn’t sign and register it. AND he charged me fifty quid call out fee for that information.
Well, One can’t afford to get it fixed, so no hot water EVER…
A completely shagged floor…
Not exactly a selling point for the dear old Underground Lair…
On a more positive note…
Exit stage left the lodger, but not before doing One a small service…
‘Before you leave would you see if you can fix my printer?’
‘Plug it in,’ says he, and lo, it worked.