Jim’ll Fix Her!...
The dripping noise that came from the kitchen tap downstairs was as close to Chinese Water Torture as Ruby could imagine. Hour after hour it kept her awake and by the third night of being subjected to the incessant sound, she started to feel somewhat cranky. Try as she might, she just couldn’t switch off and get some much needed sleep. It was no good; she hadn’t a clue when it came to DIY or home repairs. Hardly suprising considering she was a self-confessed pampered princess. Her husband was away on some business trip or other so it was pointless expecting him to fix the problem.
“Nothing out of the ordinary there then…” She frowned to herself in the darkness. He was very rarely home, seemingly more married to his company than to Ruby. Whilst she undoubtedly reaped the benefits of his labour, she lacked his company for weeks on end. Ruby had learnt to accept his frequent absence over time, consoling herself with the free reign she had on her very own platinum Amex card. However, she couldn’t help but think that she was fast becoming the epitome of the “Bored Housewife” in many ways…
She would have to call in a plumber to mend the leaky tap and more importantly, save her from acute sleep deprivation induced insanity. She did not relish the thought of trawling through the Yellow Pages trying to find a reputable organisation. She could already envisage some complete cow-boy coming out who would either rip her off or make a complete mess of her waterworks. It was after much deliberation on the matter that she recalled a friend recommending a company to her, one who specialised in all manner of repairs and household jobs. She resolved there and then to ring them as soon as was humanly possible to arrange for a plumber to put her out of her misery and to mend that damned tap…
She awoke from an unsettled slumber the next morning and only after padding downstairs and fixing her first latte of the day did she begin to feel more human. Heading into the plush study-cum-office, Ruby went through the piles of papers and business cards that sat on the solid mahogany desk. After sifting through the majority of them she came across the crisp white business card she was after. She decided that as soon as she had showered and dressed she would call them. Ruby sat for a while in the high-backed leather chair that resided at her husband’s desk. It always made her feel powerful, like a statesman or more bizarrely an infamous mafia overlord. She chuckled at the thought.
“Meanwhile, back in the real world!...” She spoke aloud as she gazed out of the French windows at the garden and it’s manicured lawns. It was set to be a lovely sunny day. She couldn’t help but think wistfully how nice it would have been to have her husband grace her with his presence so they could enjoy the garden together.
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