Hi there
Remember my telling you about the storm that hit Wellington and my backyard shed was destroyed. Luckily I had all my past memories and stuff in plastic bags so everything as salvageable. But the weirdest thing was how much of that stuff I was now classing as rubbish. Seven bags-full.
Ten days after the storm, I had finally found a rubbish firm to take the broken remnants of aluminium away. Thank goodness. My heart sang as every last bit of my shed disappeared down the street.
And thanks to the Citizens' Advice Bureau who helped me in the hunt to find that rubbish collector.
However ... the hex on me continues.
After getting rid of the pieces of the old shed on Friday, I went to the beach on Saturday and Sunday. On arriving home on the Sunday afternoon, I heard what sounded like a waterfall coming from my bathroom.
Somehow, miraculously, the cold water tap over the bath ('tub', if you're American) was gushing out water like it was a branch of the Huka Falls. I couldn't turn off the tap.
I called practically every plumber in both The Yellow Pages and from Google. They were all out enjoying the only extremely fine day Wellington had been given this summer (okay, okay, I am exaggerating. But only a little.). Even one plumber answered me from his luxury hotel in Fiji to tell me he was definitely not available.
In the end, it was my own plumber who answered my call. He arrived at 5pm that Sunday. He fiddled around with the outside water outlets, installed a new washer, and charged me $20. I was ever-so grateful to see him.
Let's hope that hex on me doesn't continue...
