in Hot Water
A (now, thankfully ex) housemate called Julie, who was inflicted on us by my (now) exlandlady, produced a cracker one day.
I was just about to run a bath after a long and tiring day at work, when she ask me if I could put my bath on hold while she ran some clothes, which she needed for the next day, through the washing machine.
I blankly asked, why?
well, she said, if I had a bath I would use all the hot water in house up and she would have to wait for the boiler to refill.
I tried to explain that machine filled from the cold water and had an element which heated the water, but she insisted and insisted and said that her dad's machine did this and I was completely wrong.
I gave up in the end and let the baby have it's bottle.
She was so convinced, that after she buggered off back to her room, I actually had to check the pipes going to the machine to assure myself she was talk shite.
I still wince when I hear a drunken female Glasgow accent, just in case she has returned to Norwich.
( Not just a hatstand inflamed in the membrane inflamed in the brain, Fri 7 Jan 2005, 13:49, Reply)