Taking the plunge(r)

I wish I could say it was my heart overflowing with the milk of human kindness at 7 this morning but alas it was not so poetic. Suffice to say and without going into details it was the toilet in my hotel room. Exactly not the thing you want to cope with first thing in the morning - certainly not before breakfast. But the hotel plumber was on the scene quickly and housekeeping must have come at some point because when I arrived back this afternoon it was as though it had never happened. I'm not sure what I expected the plumber to bring with him but what he arrived with all he had was a toolbelt with a wrench or two - and the big guns - a hotel laundry bag which held a big black plunger - which did the job admirably.