In the empty, sealed room behind me...
... a kitchen unit just fell off the wall.
I feel like I've just shit a breezeblock.
Looks like the wood was rotten through from that leaky overflow upstairs that I just had fixed last week.
"'To the pure, all things are pure' thus speaks the people, but I say to you: to the swine, all things become swinish" Friedrich Nietzsche.