So the water has been broken at the cottage for a few days now. Lucky me, at 8am today the plumbers came with an excavator and fixed it. Woo-hoo, right?
Wrong.
I was awake until 5am last night, sick. While you’re probably surprised that I’m not happy that the water’s fixed, trust me I am. However, we could have gone another day. So, with that in mind, picture me only asleep for about three hours having to drag my butt to the next room over so that the plumbers could get to the electrical panel. Now picture me, with only three hours of sleep, about three feet away from big yelling men and an excavator, only separated by a wall.
Oh the joys of cottage life.
Black Tea 