The taps* have gone in our kitchen. Not the mains or something more technical, just the water from the taps.
It's been over a week and still nothing has been done. We're having to drink bathroom water. Yesterday I washed my mushrooms in the shower, which sounds like a dodgy euphamism but is actually an accurate account of my current food preparation.
The delay has been caused because our ruthlessly greedy cunt of a landlord uses only the cheapest odd-jobbers, who happen to be lazy and inept and don't turn up. The original complaint was that the taps were dripping constantly, so Cheap Landlord initially summoned Errand Boy round to attempt to fix it for free. Errand Boy then duly broke the fucker and ran.
We're soooo gonna lose our deposits on spurious Wear and Tear technicalities, it's not even funny.