Scene 1.

Chez Bookgrrl. Backyard deck. 11.30am. 27 degrees, a beautiful summer’s day in Ballarat. Bookrrl and Mr BG are enjoying a relaxing moment on the back deck with a cup of tea.

The sound of trickling water behind them jerks them out of their reverie.

Bookgrrl: Where’s the water coming from? Have the kids left the water on?

MrBG: (equally mystified) Don’t know.

Bookgrrl gets up from her chair and jumps down onto the footpath. Cue stifled scream and muffled swear word.

The water is overflowing from the drain, down the footpath. The water is brown and smelly…

Bookgrrl: Bart! Water. Turn it off!

MrBG: (puzzled) Where do you do that?

Bookgrrl dashes inside.

End Scene.

Scene 2

Chez Bookgrrl. Backyard deck. 2.30m. 33 degrees, a beautiful summer’s day in Ballarat.

Matt the Plumber is down the side of the house with a garden hose down the drain, trying to unblock the drain.

Matt: Sorry, it’s really blocked, I’ll get Dave to come over with his equipment. He’s got a camera that we can put down the drain to see what’s causing the blockage.

Matt turns away, speaking to Dave on the phone. He turns back.

Matt: He’s really busy at the moment, but he can come first thing Monday morning, round 9.30-10.00am?

Bookgrrl: (Inwardly saying Crap) OK.

Scene 3

Chez Bookgrrl. Sunday. 27 degrees

Montage of scenes, showing Bookgrrl traipsing to laundromat to wash 3 baskets of dirty laundry, Mr BG washing dishes in the sink with a bucket, and the kids heading next door to use the toilet next door. Last scene showing Bookgrrl in bed, wide awake at 12.42am, unable to sleep…


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