I've spent more time than I'd like with my hand down a drain and spinning and respinning the same load of washing. But it looks like we finally got there, the drain is no longer blocked, the washing machine now gets to the end of each cycle, and the dishwasher is no longer depositing waste water under my floorboards. I'm very grateful to my boyfriend for his hours of hard work.
Meanwhile other worries have been stacking up and I was interested to note that just sorting one meant I'm back to a feeling of coping. I wonder if I have a limit like a buckaroo horse and just one too many was unmanageable?
Not long now til my girly's 16th birthday so this afternoon is cake making. Her forte not mine, I'm not going to attempt to mimic her efforts or standards, so don't expect a picture!
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