Hands up who hates lofts? I simply can’t go up there without sneaking my hand up and quickly flicking the light on. And even then I’m a scaredy pants. Unfortunately I was forced to go up there today to investigate why there was water peeing out of my overflow. After inspecting all the dark corners very carefully, I ventured into the loft proper. Only to discover the cold water in my tank is now hot. Well, I suppose it is Halloween. Thankfully, the water is still draining down the sink in a clockwise motion, Damien hasn’t appeared, and we don’t live in a hotel with Jack Nicholson. Otherwise we would be in deep doo-doo. But there’s still no way in hell I’m going back up there.
Mr British Gas Man, after you….