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Mr Rock Cake has been obsessing about the leaking pipe in our garden. He has come up with a cunning plan to cap it off, saving us nearly £500 having it fixed by the robbing b*stards that are Thames Water. Did I mention that they have a fixed fee for sorting this sort of thing, and they want the money to be paid up front. B*stards! Anyway, Mr Rock Cake has a cunning plan. It worked too...almost. The only problem is that the plastic pipe that he used, which had to be flexible enough so that he could expand it enough, using boiling water, to fit over the old lead pipe, is just a little bit too flexible. It has almost doubled in size under the constant pressure. It looks fantastic though. Never fear, Mr Rock Cake has another cunning plan, which involves using some sort of reinforced piping. I am getting just a little bit worried about him though. I had him knocking on my door at 8am the other morning with a screwdriver in hand because he had been worrying about whether he had fastened the jubilee clips tight enough.

Mostly this morning, I have been trying to salvage some of the stuff that I lost last week when my beloved Mac gave up the ghost and I had to reload everything. I've found this great little app called filesalvage which can find files on your hard drive even after it has been reformatted. So far it has retreived 37,000 files. I'm sure most of it is rubbish but if I only find the food shopping list for the wedding of the year I'll be very happy.

I've been playing at being a handyman too. I've taken the frame out from around the glass panel in the door and measured it all up in preparation for replacing it with a new piece of glass. We haven't had any glass in the door for about two years. I broke the little panel of glass one day when I locked myself out, and we managed to convince ourselves that we would just leave it because we were going to get a new door. Hopefully it will be good as new by the end of the morning.