bathrooms , therapy .

It's that time of week again . The day job in full swing for three days . The bathroom contents remain on the landing , where most of them went on Saturday night whilst the teens were dying their hair . Never wise to leave white towels in the vicinity of dark brown hair dye . Once out , the emptiness improves the acoustics considerably and adds to the air of mystery and decadent Italian crumbling palace . Water enters by the taps and via the missing slate on the roof , into the third window , flooding the sanitary items nestling on the window sill for ease of access. Trying to get a roofer is proving tricky . And tv footage of the flooding in Sheffield and its environs suggests this is nothing . All plans to see art at Belsay went on hold whilst we tried to locate a floor standing stainess steel bathroom cabinet for the mountain of homeless toiletries . To no avail , though we did spend much of the afternoon in traffic queues . Why does everyone go shopping on Sundays now , when they could be at the art ? The wood is sanded , but not painted . It might get worse before it gets better . We tell them that when they come for therapy . Spidery bathrooms , decorating, therapy . Its all the same in the end .Roll on Wednesday .