11 SEPT 2015- A BIT OF A STICKY WICKET

Hello all,
 
well, to put it lightly, things have taken a turn for the worse....
 
Without going into the turn itself, for reasons best kept quiet, the current situation has left me in a bit of a sticky wicket…
 
On top of the wicket, poor old Grettle needs practically an entire new engine, which I may have to order in from the UK, at a colossal price, and John, my desert husband, has taken up a post as a medic in Iraq, leaving me surrounded by nothing other than business men in suits and ties, high-rise flats, and lifeless, empty space.
 
I am getting booted out of my flat this weekend, and so I now find myself without a house, without a Grettle, without an income, without a husband, and without sufficient funds to make it over the Himalayas before the winter kicks in...EEK!
 
My water has just been cut off, which is v annoying; I can’t wash up, or flush the loo, have a shower, or make a coffee.
 
My phone died in a small pool of split vodka last night, whilst catching up with Daniel, one of the many chaps who helped heave Grettle over the Wahkan landslide a month ago.
 
My laptop has a large, black whole, and several criss-crossing lines in the middle of it's screen, so I currently have it attached to a large, and rather impractical monitor.
 
And I’m desperately trying to work out a way of disguising the cigarette burns in the carpet, covering the duct tape marks on the walls, and washing up the mess, without any water.
 
Other than this, the flat is pretty much in working order....with the exception of my key, which is bent rather badly in the middle, and one needs to be familiar with a special knack, to get the door open; a knack which I fear the owner may not appreciate quite as much as myself!
 
Until next time...Adios