water and fudge

So I decided to cheer myself up yesterday by putting up my Halloween tree. My son, a Halloween enthusiast like myself, was enlisted to drag a box of Halloween decorations out of its storage place in the laundry room. While pulling out the box, however, he misjudged its proximity to the water meter and assorted pipes. Suddenly there was a puddle on the floor. It got ever larger and larger. It could not be stopped. Buckets were needed. Wrenches were called into service. To no avail. Finally, a plumber was called and was more than happy to pay us a visit on a Sunday evening. Within five minutes, he had repaired the problem (broken gasket) and collected his $115. The Halloween tree would have to wait for another day.

On a happier note, I went apple picking on the weekend and stopped at a favourite market for some pumpkin pie fudge. An autumn tradition. Delicious as always. So good it almost balances out the plumbing bill. Almost.