"You put what in your hot tub?"
These are not the words I want to hear coming out of the hot tub man's mouth. I invited him over to give me a lesson on maintaining the hot tub that we acquired with the house
The previous owners left us with a bunch of chemicals that are apparently the worst thing ever in the history of the universe. They sneak out of the shed at night and kill dreams, that's how bad they are. But happily this man has come to help.
So, on Monday, I will spend an hour learning to service my hot tub, after which it will be sparking clean and usuable by everyone in the house. The dream-time puppies and kittens of Hildenborough will be safe.
And I will finally have a substitute for wine o'clock for my dry January.
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