Talking of which, today was really a shit day - literally. I have been suffering with slow drainage from the shower, most noticeable when we have visitors with more traffic in the bathroom, and one of the toilets, which was causing air escaping back up through a toilet. The other bathroom and toilets drain fine, so it had to be a blockage. Out came the 30m long drain jetter and pressure washer. After an hour of sticking my head in the opening of a sceptic tank, we have a result.... The drain is clear. Then the Mrs goes out on a routine shop, and she loses all drive on the car. No warnings, just a clunk and the car refuses to move under it's own power. It starts fine, and you can still select the gears, so it is likely to be a collapsed clutch plate, or the dual mass flywheel giving up the ghost, and the two sections are now independent. Add to that all of the other crappy little jobs, and I feel that I have earned myself a wee dram in way of recompense.
You can scratch the 1998 Gordon and Macphail Caol Ila off the list. I am finishing it right now….
And how lovely it is too!