A Wet Weekend

Water, water everywhere running down the walls and dripping through the ceiling like the darned Niagara Falls. The carpet is all sodden but really, if you please, I draw the line at paddling unless it’s in the seas. I never liked the wallpaper, though here comes the ‘BUT’, until I have some money I had hoped it might stay put for just a little longer, and then there is the smell of damp that’s getting stronger, like an ancient, musty well. And what about my ironing, I left it in a pile at the bottom of the stairs for just a little while, but now it’s mixed with plaster and shades of rust and grey. I guess that ought to teach me to do it right away. How plans can all be washed away along with precious things and how we never can predict just what the next day brings It’s not what I imagined when at the forecast’s end the weatherman so calmly said ‘expect a wet weekend’ A weekend of clearing up after my header tank overflowed :(