I've been away in London the last few nights and returned home to find a radiator had burst sending steaming hot jets of water all over the hallway. Carpets and decorating and plaster all soaked through.
Luckily this must have happened only an hour or two before I got home as Mrs B had also been out for the day and if it had been any earlier the damage could have been far worse.
Funny thing was that earlier in the day on my train journey north I had the pleasure of enjoying the company of a tattoed angel who sat next to me. She was carrying a Buddhist text of some sort and this sparked a lengthy conversation on life, death the universe and everything. In particular we shared our thoughts on Karma and the 3 hour journey passed in a flash. As I drove home from the station I thanked Karma for sending me kindred spirit that day to cheer me up at the end of a testing few days.
Only then to arrive home to disaster....
How fickle Karma can be.