Holy Updation Fatman

Fucking hell. So I last posted on Saturday/Early hours of Sunday morning. It is now Tuesday (as I am sure you all know, I just had to think about it) This is just a brief update on what has happened since. I got up on Sunday afternoon and squelched my way down the sodden stairs and gingerly stepped over the pile of saturated towels and bed sheets at the foot of the stairs. Things were scattered all over the place. I felt like a character from one of those cheesy 70s/80s disaster movies, like the Towering Inferno or some shit. My brother sirfaced not long after me. We decided that the preceeding night was not a dream but did in fact happen. It did seem a bit dreamlike the next day. So I went to the funeral on Sunday. It was small. I came home from the funeral and telephone the builder who installed the shower. I was very courteous on the phone and just gave him the facts. He said he would drop in the following morning (Monday) between 11 a.m. and 11.30 so I figured he would arrive at like 2.30 p.m. I was wrong. He got there just after 11 a.m. Impressive.

So this is where it gets interesting. The biblical leak was not his fault. At least it doesn't appear to have been. The shower actually blew a gasket. Yes, I'm not kidding, it actually blew a gasket. I saw it with my own eyes. He is getting a replacement unit and God willing I will be showering again tomorrow evening. I strongly feel thats not going to happen though. I'm pessimmistic like a motherfucker. Yeah, so this was all on Monday morning. Then Monday evening I had to go my dead granaunts removal and today there was the burial. Does anyone know how country funerals work in Ireland? They are quite traditional. In future I don't think I will wear a linen jacket and pink shirt to a removal. I got odd looks and was even ignored. But the funeral is a post for another day. Right now I am absolutely exhausted but have to clean the house. I need a nap. And a fucking shower! Who wants to let me use their shower? I'll bring my own towel and toiletries!

Oh fuck, I forgot the best part of this damn post. So last night I was mega pissed because I had a planned a marathon TV session consisting of two episodes of Lost AND an episode of Miami Vice! Not to mention a mountain of junk food! YES.

NO! Lost didnt record (We have Sky Plus (Like Tivo for those of you don't know)) Miami Vice did but without Lost it was just a mar. So I stay up to watch it and then watch some coverage of this Katrina shit before deciding to go to bed. I bring some stuff out to the kitchen and hear a dripping sound. I tighten the taps. Still dripping. I look for a wet cloth. There is none. I look for wet cutlery or pots/pans. None. Sinking feeling. I look in the cupboard under the sink. Oh yes. A FUCKING LEAK! What is the deal!? A seal connecting our washing machine to the mains line has perished or some shit and is leaking water. It's not overly serious just annoying as fuck. The universe is kicking my ass. Fucking hell. Fuck New Orleans come to my house we have enough death and leaks to go round.