purplerabbits

Or remove washing machines. But not us. We now have a half removed washing machine blocking up the incredibly tiny kitchen, and managed to turn off the cold water, so we can unplumb the cold water tap. But the hot water tap eludes us. We've tried turning a variety of things to no avail. I'm at work now, and can't do anything about it, but I'm exceedingly worried that Comet will dump a new washing machine on us without removing the old one, on the grounds that the old one isn't unplumbed. Given that we live on the third floor it's going to be a fucking nightmare to get rid of an unwanted washing machine - even assuming we get that far... Of course the most likely thing is that Comet fail to turn up altogether, or the delivery bods take one look at the stairs and refuse to do the job, or the new machine turns out to have been eaten from the inside by mice.

Meanwhile work is being work and driving me nuts, but not in any worse way than usual. I've requested a couple of application packs, so I may get around to applying for something else, but I wouldn't bet on it. To be honest the job is so far from being the worst problem in my life that I feel I don't have the energy to deal with it until a few other things have settled down, but we'll see.

I'll be at The Filmhouse tonight come what may, and as Tesco can't deliver today and we're unlikely to have a working kitchen, I'll probably be turning up early and eating there, especially since I didn't get a nice dinner last night due to bloody plumbing. Bah.

I now have around twenty two hours worth of music, which means that have rather a lot of my work hard drive is devoted to MP3s, but I guess that's OK, it's not as if I need it for anything else.

Meanwhile everyone here is in a snit, and apparently the snow is coming down from Fife (does anything good ever come from Fife? Apart from nik_strychnine, obviously.)

I have managed to get rather a lot of work done today - enough to remind me how much there is yet to do... In fact, I have just realised why I never feel as good as I should when I finish an unwelcome piece of work. It's because I always put off the thing in the 'job I would least like to do' slot, and usually the only reason I get round to doing it is because some new hideous thing has come up to fill that slot. How fucked up is that?