We have a flood. Our radiators have been removed so the painters can paint behind them but water is gushing out of their pipes and flooding our cellar. I mop as I write. Well, Mr Smith empties buckets and cossets his wine as I mop and find an old towel.
Our neighbour downstairs at the seaside flat is being a monster woman. She is trying to scupper our sale which is very mean. Especially as we have tried hard to help her sort out her damp problem. She has left it for ages and refused all help so far. I despair and Mr Smith is rather cross. He thinks this is all my fault. It probably is.
We have planned a little holiday. We are going to Goa in January with Glen the Good. It seems loads of people from Kent will be there. Home from home as the village decamps to India. So glad we have been included.
Now to battle on with getting an Indian Visa. Names and professions of grandparents? Were they nationalised by birth? What is their designation? What????? Oh, why doesn't someone rewrite this form?
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