I woke up this morning to discover that my bathroom had flooded. Typically, this has to happen while I am on a tight work deadline and my flatmate is in Berlin. Just to make things even more fun, my landlord doesn't have a key to the property at the moment, because last weekend the front door lock died so we had it replaced and I hadn't got round to sending him the new key.
He promised to come over asap - with the caveat that he'd just had his eyes lasered so strictly speaking wasn't supposed to drive. The man is a nutcase... but also a saviour because, true to his word, he did turn up and claims to have solved the problem (frankly I think the whole apartment needs replumbing but what do I know).
I also made my deadline because I managed to negotiate with the lady downstairs (a mum of two and the only person in the block who doesn't work), somehow persuading her that it would be a Really Good Thing for her to stay home so that she could let the lasered landlord in. Sometimes I think I should be working for the UN.
Then I got to work and discovered that my computer has died. I logged on at 10am and the spare computer is still rewriting my profile, email by painful email (there are 15,000 in my sent box alone). Poor thing.
Anyway the lovely news is that MC bought me peppermint tea and chocolate cake to cheer me up, and the blogger known as She of the Handbag informs me that she has purchased a pair of pajamas for me with 'ooh la la' written all over the legs. Every black cloud....
PS I removed my last post about the fantastically named HR lady because I realised that googling her bought this blog up first! And even I think it would be a bit unkind to self indulgently google yourself only to discover that an anonymous blogger was deeply disappointed by you.