And the only thing that breaks are bones and bones and bones and bones and bones that break.

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I would go mad with an axe if only I had one to hand. (arkady's sword is far too nice to sully with the blood of the standard of infidels you get around here.) redcountess is getting ill and stressed; the loud rap from upstairs helps not a jot. The flat is lovely for one person but not for three.

I am having trouble finding much information on what we can get out of the landlord in the way of alternate temporary accomodation, e.g. to what value. That would certainly constitute a major incentive to get the place fixed up. (I can find everything I need to know for Scotland, but not for England.) I'm sure I could spend tomorrow on the phone if only I didn't have this silly "work" thing to do then. Liz will be calling the council, the CAB and whoever else might be helpful then.

An electrician phoned today; he'll be around first thing tomorrow morning. (Liz and Arkady get to get up when I get up!) He strongly advised against attempting to switch on the power before he goes over it — everything will still be filled with water. He's going to unscrew all the plug and switch faceplates so things can drain and dry out.

Drinks for princesssulky's birthday last night, with Sulky, duster340 and Kevin and Claire, at the George in Wanstead. We got Suzy a DVD of Goonies. Tonight is Deathboy at the Garage.