Sigh, it’s never nice driving into the office for a day of feeling all crusty and icky from the previous day’s activities.
You see, Chantelle woke me up this morning to inform me that the house didn’t have any water (she’d been up baking through the night), meaning no face wash, no shower, and most important of all, no brushing of the teeth.
Fabulous I know.
Still, it could have been worse I suppose – poor Chantelle is trying to get through a major cake and cupcake order for delivery today… without any water!
Eina. Apparently there was a break somewhere in Sir Lowry’s Road overnight (according to the municipality), so here’s to hoping that when I head back home this evening, at least the water will be back on and I can enjoy my sorely missed shower!