Went to wash the last couple of days’ dishes in the dishwasher today, only for it to inexplicably leak water all over the floor. It’s never done that before. Agnes grabbed the quilt off my bed and dropped it onto the rapidly expanding puddle before it reached the carpet. I had to get a plumber out, who cleverly turned off the little red tap under the bench that feeds the dishwasher, and charged me $200. Well, I suppose it is Sunday. He told me my seals have dried out, which I have been suspecting for some time.
Then, this afternoon I saw Agnes looking not too happy. I thought she might think I was upset she’d drenched my quilt, but that had nothing to do with it — she was in pain with a toothache. I gave her some Panadol and told her I’d get her in to see my dentist tomorrow.
The ants haven’t returned.