Well, another day, another catastrophe, and another day of the kindness of friends and family.
After spending the night at my friend's, I came back to the house this morning to see how things were. Thank goodness I had turned off the water before I left last night. The pipe had thawed and when I did turn the water back on, the heavens opened, which is a bit disconcerting when it's happening inside the house. I turned the water back off sharpish, so luckily not too much damage was done but I am afraid that my stoicism gave way at this point and I crumpled.
I called the plumber and the insurance people then called my son and burst into tears.
Now, as it's getting dark, things are much better. The plumber (may his name be praised) came out this afternoon and has isolated the pipe so that at least I can use water elsewhere in the house. He'll come back and fix it properly in the New Year. My power has been declared safe to switch back on and I have access (hurray) to the internet again.
Having said all that, I am going back to my friend's house again to spend another night, just to get away from this bloody house. Which means that I will be bringing in the New Year away from home for the first time - that got me crying again. But I am grateful for the friends I have and I am trying to count my blessings.
Part of me wants to spend not another night under this roof and I may just put it up for sale in January and rent somewhere until I know what I want to do. It sounds like an over-reaction and maybe it is, but this house has worn me down and I have had enough. New Year, new life maybe.
Happy Hogmanay and Happy New Year to you all!