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 kitchen ceiling.
Right now it doesn’t seem that bad – there’s a small hole in the kitchen ceiling. I’m waiting for the contractor to call me back and set up a time for them to look at the work. I’ll get a picture when I meet them for the estimate. Here’s what the new sink is going to look like:
Spruce Cove
I’m gonna go with dinner Thursday – there’re only 6 people – but I’ve already cancelled the 25th. I also think it’ll be OK for Vegan cupcakes Sunday afternoon.
