Goatland

Last week, Ben's toilet, shower and floor suffered from a bit of sewage "back up". Not good, but certainly not the worst plumbing disaster Goatland has seen. I called the landlady, who called her brother (as we knew she would) and asked him to take a stab at fixing things. His attempt to clear the pipes resulted in Goatland's worst flooding to date. Both Ben's and Jon's rooms have had most of their carpet torn out and have temporarily been declared hazardous areas.

The final Festivus has been postponed until further notice.