All I could think about was how awful the weekend had been. It was a real train-wreck, nothing salvageable from the rubble. Not that I really wanted to salvage anything but it just goes to show how absolutely awful the whole thing was. It was our first weekend away together and it was meant to be a real turning point in our relationship. I suppose it was a turning point but not in the right direction. When we arrived I decided to run a bath. A weird noise and smell came from the drain. So I spent the first hour of our escape on the phone to drain repair companies based in Melbourne. Jason decided to go out for a walk while I dealt with the drains then got back and decided he knows a thing or two about plumbing. So he started taking apart the pipes and brandishing spanners like he knew what he was doing. He didn’t. I told him he should probably just wait for the plumbers to arrive and do the drain inspections. Melbourne is meant to be an excitingly romantic city but so far we had just argued over the drainage situation and not done anything outside the apartment together. The plumber arrived to inspect the drains and turns out the damage is pretty bad. The previous guests must have poured some hot oil down the kitchen sink and it’s all built up in the pipes causing all the drains to blocked. So, no water for us. Of course I wasn’t going to spend my time arranging drain repair in Melbourne so I got on the phone to the drainage company I rented the flat from and demanded a refund. We booked into a hotel but it just went from worse to worse. He told me whole drains situation had been so stressful that he just wants to go home and forget the entire weekend.