...like you just don't have a clue...

And the Blue House has no water. That's right, sometime overnight the pipes in this 100-year old heap of bricks froze through and through and we are left high and dry, quite literally it appears. First thing in the morning calling the landlord, as the phone rings taking some minor malicious enjoyment from the though that we are waking him, Janet asks the person on the other end if he is at home --

"No, I'm sorry, he is out of the country".

Excuse me?

Yes that is right. It appears our slummiest of lords has indeed left the country. Backpedalling, asking for the number of landlord #2, the superiour. Finally reach him, finally succeed in explaining. He promises to try and come by sometime today. Try. And come by. Sometime today.

There is a whole day of tasks ahead of me today and the absence of water is impeding them all - there is work, for which I am already ridiculously late, there is shopping for gifts, there is a lunch date with a little brown man. These are all tasks which first and foremost require a shower and a brushing of teeth. Getting my head around a tangible solution in the next 20 minutes is proving difficult.

For the moment:
- getting dressed
- eating Italian milk cake
- running upstairs to see if they have water and if so can I borrow... a cup? how does this work?