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No, it is not getting better

 After two days on the telephone to the insurance company they have told me that they cannot find a plumber.  Yesterday friends came, to give me their opinion and moral support.  Just before they left, one shouted out that he had found a big leak coming directly from the mains.  Today I started phoning the insurance company at 7.30am and in the meantime I have had to shut off the water completely.  Their last call said they couldn't find a plumber, I would have to find one myself.  Do they think I haven't tried?  If I was younger I would definitely train as a plumber.

So now I have a leak with water coming through the  ceiling, which fell down, and another leak pouring into the downstairs bathroom.  I have shut off all the water and it looks as though I have days and days with this situation continuing.  So much for MAAF boasting that they can get you an emergency plumber in one hour.

President Trump has refused to follow the science, social distance or wear a mask, even ridiculing Biden for wearing one.  Now he has coronavirus.  I have to confess to having evil thoughts this morning when I wondered, in view of the lies and deceptions of the White House, if it was all a hoax in order to get more votes.  A little later I was talking to my son,  who suggested that maybe it wasn't true, just a ploy by Trump to get votes.  Where does he get such cynicism from?

I read somewhere that if water is not available for showering a coating of mud will do the job so I am off to look for some.  Failing that ..............?

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