I see that plumbing is a hot topic. Thanks for your reactions girls! Our drain - see first report of today - is now unblocked, thanks to that cable we hired and my dear Pal's brute force. Cost us just five euros. Pal's now zonked out on the bed, snoring soundly (he'll deny that), having spent the rest of the afternoon lugging various pieces of furniture and equipment - a gas stove, for instance - out of my old flat and down a steep, winding staircase into the back of our car. I didn't ask him to do this, he insisted. He's a diamond, I know.
While he was struggling to get it into the car, a passerby with short, ruffled sandy hair and one long thin plait trailing over a T-shirt with 'Om' written in Sanskrit on the front, came to his rescue, dropping his plastic bag and cigarette packet to help him lift the thing in. Turns out the guy was an Irishman, whose parents came from southern and Northern Ireland and whose father was born in Manchester, my home city. He chatted for a few minutes about the state of our current government - diabolical - before giving Pal a warm pat on the shoulder and wishing us well together. "He must have felt we were a nice couple," I said to Pal (who'll probably get a different name next time I mention him...), "Otherwise, he wouldn't have said that about us together." We've been together just three years this week and have agreed that it's part of our tradition that we note the date and don't actually do anything about it. Come to think of it, jj, you've driven the poor guy into the ground this week...
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