Marooned by Mud

Mom says we live in a swamp. She is well fed up. She is cold and tired of the defective plumbing that shoots black smelly water up the drains and into the shower. She is also tired of the lack of hot water in the kitchen and her hands go numb every time she washes the dishes. The floor has water rising up because the house has no foundations and the badly fitted windows have huge draughts as the temp hits the 40's at night. The dogs beds on the floor in the bedroom are wet underneath and the car cannot climb the mud hill to get out and get supplies. She is having a real bad day. There are bills to pay and no money to pay them and apart from that she says everything is fine. She worries about us constantly and wishes we could all leave here because the climate is awful. She says she is coder than she ever was in England. Only a miracle can help us all get out of here. At least that what she said.  She seems rather stressed. We are all praying things get better here. We miss our old life before the disaster. Things were okay then.