Farewell, wash basin

Our wash basin broke this morning.



James woke me up from my beauty sleep (Arghhh!) and he was still sniggering away like a kid. I am not surprised, as cracks have had surfaced quite some time ago and we are lucky that the basin died in a graceful manner. Flying ceramics, (seen in cases whereby ceramics tiles pop off from the ground surface) were the last thing we'd want in the house.



And that means... We get to go shopping tonight! Hiak!