More bitter than sweet

As the saying goes it never rains it pours.
Planning permission has been granted for the work at the back of our building. As we still hadn’t received the letter promising 3 months notice agreed in our meeting I tried to call, of course, to no avail, one of the nice (grrrr) officials was unavailable and the other away for a week.
I opened an email from the granddad this morning to news that he may have prostate cancer but not to worry - The GR will be devasted he’s working away from home today and doesn’t know yet.
And now water has just started pouring through one of the ceiling light sockets.
Running away to a Greek island is looking appealing.