So here’s the hole in the ceiling:
So I dunno – there’s still a large contigent lobbying me that I need a whole new one. I’m being pulled in two directions – the carpenter says patch – and it could even be real plaster put on by this cool old school lesbian plasterer I met at [...]
Or in British, oh bugger. Or maybe bugger, bugger, bugger.
The sink in the upstairs bathroom at the dining club has been secretly leaking into the floor and ceiling. The plumber – and Mark who is ever the optimist, so really scarey to hear it from him – say I am going to need a new [...]
