9 pm Monday (NZ time)
Oh dear, I am sitting on my sofa, in a dripping wet funk. A wee bit of that funk is through sweating profusely over some fast action I've just had to do - wish I had six arms - but most of the wet is because of a bathroom flooding!
I ran a bath, plonking in a lot of bubble bath mixture (apparently you don't get a ring around the tub if you use bubble bath). Then I went off and watched some tv. I rang a friend -
The bathroom floor was a couple of inches deep in water and bubbles! The level was just above the skirting board.
I threw down a million towels and rang a couple of friends in a complete panic: "What'll-I-do?-what'll-I-do?"
"Get a mop," shouted John.
Yes, I'd never thought of that...
Oh, and - guess what? - I'm off tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn for a couple of days in Auckland. No-no-no-no....
Looks like I'll be up till midnight washing the million towels. Oh, and I'm definitely going to stick to the showerbox for a time.
Don't tell me it's old-lady forgetfulness, or a 'senior moment'? And please don't tell my doctor. What with me putting that lettuce in the oven a couple of months ago and now this, my doctor will have me committed to Shady Pines Rest Home in no time..