So here it is...

At Sourcebook Central, there is a minor flooding problem. Apparently, water from the upstairs flat is now dripping through their kitchen light fixture, incidentally blowing the lighting for the whole flat. Oddly enough, I'm kind of used to this; when we were living in Bumblefuck, a similar sort of thing happened in our kitchen because the guy who'd painted the house hadn't reconnected the washing machine (which was on the next floor up, in a nook between the bedrooms) and just left the outflow pipe on the floor. We only realised this when we put in a load of laundry, started cooking dinner and the spots over the sink turned into Niagara Falls. Still, dinner is apparently still on, which is good because I don't think I could eat Mystery Pudding on my lonesome. For one thing, too much of it.

So it's Christmas. Last night, there was yelling downstairs. This morning, the cat's on crack. Oh, yeah; and I'm currently in makeshift wrist braces. The word is "ow".

[Edit:] Cannot wear the wrist braces. Wrist braces are stretchy, predominantly nylon things. I'm allergic to nylon. Great. Now I hurt and itch.

Happy Christmas or holiday of choice!