Dear Wednesday....

Dear Wednesday (formally known as favourite-day-of-the-working-week)

And it all started oh so well (ok, so it started normally), the usual rush as the boys kiss me goodbye on their way to work and school. The last parting words from Eldest were - my kit was a bit damp, I've put it on the raidiator to dry......then that Sudden Silence that falls after the cacophony of early morning mayhem.

Oh yes my dear Wens (may I call you Wens? - Wednesday sounds so formal seeing we have got together at least once a week for the last few decades) it was a normal morning....until.

I was washing up the breakfast things when a rather foisty scent caught my nose. I turned toward the catlings with an accusatory stare.

Not us they said. Hmmmm.

There it was again. This time it had a definite musty trail I was able to follow. So, taking on the role of a bloodhound, my nose locked on to this.....um......smell, I tracked it to the rumpus room.  Nothing appeared out of the norm. I scanned round, taking in the rumpled state of the rumpus room (Yes Wens, this room has a name and it is not afraid to live up to it) It was there I spotted Eldest's kit scrunched up on the radiator drying.

I had a thought....kit? Why was it wet? It didn't rain yesterday...... So went for a closer inspection and found that I was bathed in the warm glow of a sweaty teenager's gym kit - phooowy. Creasing up my nose and collecting up the pungent gear I returned to the kitchen to toss the offending items into the washing machine.

Well, my dear dear Weddy (now that we are corresponding I think Weddy is a good affectionate name for you) as I bent down to open the washing machine door I noticed (strong stomachs only please) that the outer large tray that houses the smaller kitty litter tray was full full of what looked like kitten wee. Copious amounts of piddle - more than a stallion could produce in a day and the kitty litter tray was actually F~L~O~A~T~I~N~G!!

Urgh! How could I let my poor dear (obviously bladder-wracked) cats suffer so and how on earth could they produce so much-of-the-stuff in about 8 hours!!

Feeling like an awful kitty-parent I pulled out the trays to wash and replace the mess, when I realised that the litter tray was lovely and clean (bar one little nugget of poo neatly parcelled up in the litter) and all the liquid on the outside was not piddle????

As I puzzled over this strange occurrence, I could hear.....

drip...drip...drip....drip....

Bending as best my knee (which is doing very well thank you for asking) would let me, I peered into the corner where the noise was coming from. Squinting whilst squatting under a cupboard when a knee will only comply for a couple of moments does nothing for one's self esteem so I had to resort to getting a torch and getting right down on to the floor.

The cupboard appeared to be leaking..... this cupboard has only pots and pans in it - how on earth does it spring a leak?

It was at this point dear Weddy that I realised that the floor was steadily being covered in dirty water dripping from a cupboard that has no obvious water source and while I am going through this dilemma this puddle of water is getting large enough to start having tides alongside the shores of the washing machine and my slippered feet.

I sprung into action and reached for my cell phone - quick as a flash I texted Himself and explained in terse sentences what was happening then returned to the watery scene to start mopping up and clearing away the mess.

A quick flurry of texts between the two of us led me to back to the cupboard under the sink searching for the stop cock tap. I could still hear the steady dripping next to me.

 All the goodies that lurk in that dank dark space were hauled out, washing powder, vases, spare scrubby things (Oh is that where they are!!) fabric softener, you get the gist, there is a lot of the stuff and half of it I have no real use for. Including a small box of dolly blue...... which for some unknown reason leapt into the murky puddle on the floor, spilling its contents into the water turning it into the most gorgeous indigo. At least my indoor water feature was now a pretty blue rather than a cacky yellow. (As I type this, my fingers are tinged a delicate shade of indigo - particularly under my nails...yum...)

I had to mop blue splatters off the wall, off the bins, off the cats (they were banished to the rumpus room as their help WAS NOT HELPING) - thank goodness it was not red as the kitchen would have looked like a slaughter house.

Well, Weddy, by now, the stop cock had been located, the water switched off and the floor mopped. The drip however, was still dripping and if anything it was dripping with more vigour! I have had to resort to catching the steady flow by putting a spare litter tray underneath. Excuse me while I go and empty it.

Feeling a little more composed, I went to release the cats from the rumpus room only to find that in their frustration of being refused their help they had captured and killed a block of polystyrene and left it's remains strewn across the carpet. They were so pleased with their efforts that they re-enacted their predatory skills hunting down a cardboard box and jumping up and down on it in an attempt to prevent it from escaping. I rescued the poor box which was in a bit of a sorry state and buried it in the paper recycle bin.

So you see, Wednesday, you are, as of today, not necessarily my favourite day any more, please do not take it personally, I am sure we'll bump into each other again, probably in a week or so.......... No hard feelings

kind regards

hawthorn

Ps, I would like a brew and there is no water in the kettle - for which I am holding you responsible.