So good news everyone - my bathroom sink has been replaced with a beautiful identical twin - all shiny and new.
And when I asked the 3 (yeah they sent me 3 young/my age plumbers!) guys if they could tweak my toilet so it stops leaking every time we flush it - they told me they've sent a request in and someone should be in either the same day or the following day.
Alright, looks like I'm stuck at home again waiting for a plumber.
I got a phone call around 10 am and the guy told me wrong number and hung up...after asking me something in Finnish. He wasn't a telemarketer I don't think - because most love practicing their English - but it wasn't him.
That and my number is private so I shouldn't be getting any telemarketers calling me anyway!
My stomach's been cramping on and off all day (and yesterday too - darn you kebab!) so of course the door bell would ring either:
A) When I'm stuck in the bathroom - home alone.
B) Even worse.
I didn't think there was a possibility for an "even worse" but apparently there is.
B) was my body decided to have the stinkiest mess ever and less than 5 minutes after I get out - the door bell rings.
I rush to the door and am eternally grateful that I have dogs and shout to the repair man that I need to put the dogs away one moment.
I then rush to do just that and check the toilet for you know - any trails (MEN you're not the only one - us ladies have this too!) and did a double flush and scrub.
I let the guy in and when I show him the bathroom I am nearly knocked out by my own stench.
How embarrassing. But I pretend as if it's the smell of roses floating in the air and hold my breath and go to another room to let him do his job. He also does a great poker face.
Meanwhile I madly tap out a message to my BF in Canada about this horrific ordeal and she just laughed and my other Facebook friends said thankfully he's probably used to these kinds of smells :).
Note to self - hold it. Just hold it. Or become a plumber...