Surgery and a bloody mouth, so no talking or eating.
Then a cold with a sore throat, so fairly limited talking and eating.
Now the hot water heater in the upstairs flat has sprung a leak, which while not terribly bad for them up there, has given us a waterfall down here. Grand.
That's three, thanks. Move on to the next sap.
The indoor rain is presently being addressed . . . by Vlad, the Transylvanian plumber. Oh, you think I jest? Call up Vlad and laugh. He'll give your attitude the necessary adjustment. The font and the spooky little raven – while doubtless traditional somewhere – certainly suggest being in on the joke. I'm having some doubts about this "running water" thing, too. And of course the service is 24 hours/day, but would you call him during the night? ("I've come to fix your . . . floood.")
Mostly for the benefit of my gaming group: This entry marks the location of a game session that didn't happen, because I was ill. Nothing to see here. Move along, citizen.
