Uhoh, puking plumber problem!

Mister Tip Top Tap of "competent and reliable plumber" fame has fallen ill. He phoned a minute ago to tell us he'd been ill all night and wouldn't be in, but would be in tomorrow ("If you're better," I said, since I couldn't very well say "But our toilet doesn't flush!") and after he hung up I realised that although he lives around the corner I have no idea whether he has anyone to bring him medicine and tea. If I get out this morning to buy a stamp for my submission to the publisher and some coffee for myself, I might send him a text to see if he could use some rehydration salts or something. When he's working he refuses all tea, coffee, or snacks, but I'll offer anyway, because it's grim to be sick and alone and not able to get the things that make you better.

So it's us for another day of flushing the loo with a saucepan. To be honest, I can cope with that far better than having someone ill working for me. Especially since he probably caught it from us to begin with.