|Better than an Alarm Clock!|
The downpour overnight had weedled its way, like a weedly thing, through our dilapidated roof and was dripping at a worrying rate through his ceiling.
Leaking ceilings, recession, frozen wages, inflation in food, fuel etc.
It's all so very 1970s.
So now we'll have to get our roof fixed - either that or buy Ed a snorkel and change his name to SBS Eddie.
Still, after the boys recent camping with pillows and delivered kebabs this could be divine intervention...
So now the big black rain cloud has dissipated, the only black cloud is the one over my head. As you may know, even the thought of spending money can bring me out in hives ... so the idea of getting the roof re-tiled? Ooh la la!
I think either SBS Eddie will have to get used to his snorkel and flippers, or I shall be wearing a black armband for the next few years.
I wonder if they'd do a minutes silence for me and my wallet before Cardiff's match at Selhurst Park this Saturday?
I may adopt an online silence for a while... The tears welling up in my eyes at the mere thought of breaking the rusted padlock off my wallet is starting to blur my vision even as I tap now.
Those snorkel-cum-flipper sets aren't cheap you know! I may even have to break into a tenner. [sobs uncontrollably].
I wonder if I could train him to hold an umbrella in his sleep?