Today we go to South Wales for a brief visit. We are going to see a lady in Port Talbot from my first pastorate for whom we reserve a special affection. She has been as close to being a family member as you can get without actually being so. Our children love her very much, and as she buried her mother only 4 weeks ago, we wanted to make a trip as soon as we could.
Tried to do some admin stuff before leaving, but was constantly disturbed by phone calls about our extension problems. Apparently our new shower and central heating boiler are less functional than the domestic & marital arrangements of the House of Windsor.
We now have a newly cut hole in the wall of our newly plastered, newly decorated upstairs landing in the hope of locating the difficulty. The plumbing chaps are very amenable, but couldn't find a piece of hay in an extremely small needle-stack. After 3 hours of drilling, cutting and harumphing, they decided to call it a day. They return on Thursday to finish looking for the problem and re-plaster all that they have un-plastered. They feel confident that they will succeed.
I am more confident of personally unearthing the collective fates of Shergar, Lord Lucan, and the ancient city of Atlantis.
Perhaps I am just a little cynical...