I spent yesterday being very scholarly, I have got myself a British Library reader's pass (like Karl Marx) and went there to read a book about the linen industry in County Down, since nobody else in the country seems to have a copy (I wonder why??). This was because one of my ancestors was a linen weaver there. It was rather academically written and got its principles confused with principals on page 1 (facepalm) but interesting all the same.
And today Gino the plumber came round and has partly sorted out our malfunctioning pipes. Tomorrow he's going to install a superpump that will make the basins work, make the loos work, make the shower work, and totally turn our lives around. I mustn't get my hopes up, though.