It seems strange that we were in Paris this morning, driving up the Champs-Elyses....life is odd with jet travel.
Chuck is fine.
Still no heat or hot water. Still have a leak. I am getting seriously angry, and seriously cold.
I can see my breath as I type. Inside. Colder tomorrow.
Maybe I will move into the landlords house tomorrow. Maybe we'll all have a shower there tomorrow.
They did none of the repairs while we were away. Not one.
Going to go to bed now. At least I can get warm there.