I got home to find the bathroom wrecked. The shower was hanging forlornly from the plaster half-way up the wall and the bath, the shower curtain, the basin, the floor, the tiles, the shelf, everything else was gone. The toilet's still there, covered in grimy brick dust, but thankfully still usable.
I'm actually quite thankful my Mum isn't here. She would hate this.
I phoned up my sister. She says I can go round for a shower tomorrow after work, which is of course, better than nothing. She found the whole thing more amusing than I thought strictly necessary. I relayed the gravity of my situation in no uncertain terms, telling her how my survival instinct was kicking in. She had one of those sudden coughing fits and had to hang up.
I'm feeling lots better tonight. Good food and good company helped. Oh and Lemsip. Apparently, you're only supposed to take four sachets in a twenty-four hour period! I read the packet tonight, checking that I'm not on antidepressants, pregnant or breast-feeding. There was nothing though, about what to do if you accidentally take six sachets in a day - just information about what's in it. Apart from good old paracetamol, it contains a chemical called phenylephrine, which is a decongestant, though, according to Wikipedia it also causes hypertension, dilated pupils and vomiting. I have got to stop looking stuff up on Wikipedia. I'll be alright, I hope. Though I'll have to have words with Gary Lineker tomorrow.
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