Suffolkating: Fate gets the Finger

"Joy! The kitchen sink is finally installed so now we can wash our pots and clothes without resorting to the scabby old bathtub. Shame about the missing cutlery drawer - "I'll come back later," says the plumber, vaguely - but who cares when you can clean your socks without your hands resembling Brillo pads immersed in Jif?*

Visibly excited (really) Lynda attempts to attach the washing machine's waste hose: it won't reach. Muttering audibly she clambers in the old Stilo to make the 20-mile round trip to Homebase, again. Many moons later she returns with a waste pipe extension which sort of works, apart from a tendency to leak water all over the exposed electricity sockets..."

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