Tonight I am feeling aggrieved with my home. Quite often, living here is something like how I imagine Noah's ark to have been: damp, full of mess and never entirely sure where you are all headed.
Damp because dear old Wales can, at times, live up to it's sodden reputation and today has been such a day. But also damp because this building is, in far too many places, crumbling at the edges.
We have leaks that happen in particularly heavy rain, leaks that happen in wind driven rain, leaks that happen in a south-westerly and leaks that happen in a northerly. We have condensation due to inadequate heating, inappropriate ventilation and bad choices of materials. We have dodgy plumbing and a malfunctioning roof. During the big thaw in the winter before last we had no less than 15 burst pipes. 15!
In short, we are living in a sieve.
Tonight my gripe is particularly with the kitchen plumbing and I have now had enough. Although we are in a patch it up phase rather than a sort it out properly phase due to a lack of finances, there are some things that you just have to find the money for. And since my plumbing leaks are starting to affect the bottoms of the walls I can leave it no longer. Sadly I am not entirely sure what is leaking, apart from one or more sections that are - of course- behind the sink unit and dishwasher.
So tomorrow's task is to dismantle that part of the kitchen and test every piece of pipe and every joint until we run down the sucker that is dripping. It will then be taken outside and ritually destroyed.
I will enjoy that last part very much.