So...

The floods are still happening - only this time my upstairs neighbours are also getting it too. Jeez, I feel sorry for them. They're now having to put up with the smell I've had to ignore for the last month as well.

The guy who came by on saturday said there was some puddling in the flat above theirs, which is currently being renovated following fire damage. So now we're thinking the plumbing for the entire block must be FUBAR.

There are seven flats in my block. Two on each floor from groundlevel up, and me.

In the basement.

This implies I could be getting the excess of everyone elses waste water.

*sighs*

In other news, my sister is moving again. But this time she's going to Devon.

It may sounds strange but, for me, that's far enough away that she may as well be emigrating. It's bad enough that she currently lives thirty miles or so up the country, in the Valleys. It's difficult for me to visit her without Mam driving me, and she rarely comes to visit herself.

But to move to England? No, I'm hardly gonna see her or the kids at all now. And I already feel like I don't know my neices and nephews anymore.