grown-up stuff (that I hate)

After yesterday's pointless posting, I thought I would make more of an effort today and write something worthwhile. That's my intention, anyway, but whether or not The Mind of Rory has the ability to fulfil that rather ambitious desire remains to be seen.
We're having issues with our plumbing at home, so maybe I can tell you about that. I don't know whether it's because we've started using the heating, so there's that weird 'colder-outside/warmer-in' thing happening which always makes your house do weird things and make weird noises. But I keep hearing a bit of a dripping after someone has used the shower, and it ain't just leftover water in the shower head. I do wonder whether I can blame the builders that were working on our neighbour's property recently, but I'm not sure that will be accurate. Mind you, the vibrations rattling through our house the day they were remodelling the garage were strong enough to unsettle a solid stone hippo from a plinth, so maybe some damage was done that is only just now manifesting. Either way, I have decided not to waste my frail mental faculties fretting about it so I've booked a plumber to come and have a look/listen tomorrow and we'll see what he sees and take it from there.
Elsewhere, Ted and Beryl's son Alan contacted me this week to share his 'wonderful news'. He took a chance on an outsider at some darts event on Sunday, and managed to back the winner at odds of 200-to-1. This was a player, apparently, who had never reached the later stages of any previous tournaments, and yet somehow tore through the field, and upset the World Number 1 in the final. I know all this because Alan went into great details about it when he spoke to me. Because, for some reason, having not contacted me for months, he felt the urge to give me a call and prattle on for ages about a flukey gambling win he had landed on.
Men, huh?

RC 16-10-24