I've come back to work for a rest.
Got new tenants in the flat upstairs. There were footsteps, hoovering and what sounded like carpet scrubbing on Friday, followed by a short burst of hammering at 10.50 on Friday night.
Easter Sunday, I'm woken to the pit pit pat of little April Showers - from my kitchen ceiling.
She'd (a bit difficult to ascertain exactly as her English isn't too good - Eastern European from the accent) put the shower on, not put the curtains inside the bath, and walked away for some reason, and it had all come over the edge of the bath and down into my kitchen.
Luckily, most of it landed on lino.
Yesterday morning I'm got out of bed by a knock on the door. "We've only one set of keys and have locked them in the flat, can you let us out of the front door please?".
They then go on to tell me that they've had no heating for 4 days, and the hot water has packed up, tripping the fuse box.
That explains the loud pop I heard late one night.
Bluddy good job I didn't go to Dorset for Easter, eh?
Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.
The rest of us are a bit crap.