8th May, 2018.
Really: that was a bank holiday weekend I’d find hard to forget … !
For starters? Well Mark Williams won his third World Championship final.
Which I’m sorry to say missed: I was working. Although I caught some of the action on Sunday.
The tenth frame … ?
Was seriously old fashioned snooker: with a lot of riveting tippy-tapping around, quite a few nerve shredding almost pots …
And some great potting from both Williams, and his opponent, John Higgins, putting in some great play.
I’m sorry I missed it.
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Of course, the reason I missed it … ?
Was simply the fact I was working.
Which was relatively relaxed, actually.
Apart from one thing.
The water’s was switched off … somehow …
Which made several things awkward.
Flushing the toilet, for starters.
AND washing your hands, afterwards.
Granted, the boss managed to get a lot — a serious lot — of bottled water.
Which helped: especially when you realise that — once you’ve pooed — you need water to not only flush, but to eliminate the smell. From what I understand? The … uh … gas … from any solid waste doesn’t fill the room, as it can’t get past the water that’s above it in the u-bend.
Quite!
All I can do, right now … ?
Is hope it’s back on, when I go in, tonight.
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