Bugger!

‘Twas the night before the night before Christmas and all we could hear
Was drip – drip – drip – drip. No reindeer I fear.
So up to the attic and what did I find?
A pipe, dripping water, o’er all of mankind. (well – me anyway)

So off to the website and who can I book?
A plumber, who Tuesday will come for a look.
I cancelled my hospital scan (dit-da-da-dit-dit)
And all of the folks we were planning to visit.

The water is turned off and so is the heating.
It probably buggers our evening’s eating.
And next will be dealing with all the insurance.
“Our ceilings are ruined. Can you give assurance…

“…That all will be well when Christmas is over,
“That repainting ceiling’s included in cover?”
I’ve put some Gorilla tape round the offending
Joint. Well as I can and now I’m depending…

…on stopping the leak until it can be fixed.
The plumber’s on call. My feelings are mixed.
We’ve too much to do in the next day or two.
We’ll cope, as always. Merry Christmas to you.