Toilet overflowing at 7:30 in the morning = faaaaaaail, as it results in me wasting valuable plunger time in blinking stupidly at the water gushing onto the floor because I just fucking woke up goddammit.
My lovely husband was woken up at 6 am this morning by the sound of three cats going mental outside, and found they'd managed somehow to get into a box of my tampons and were chasing all 36 round the flat. He found most of them, but I predict the final 20% will still be turning up in ten years' time.
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