Film Glamour

First there was the unrelenting drip in the kitchen, from the rusting dysfunctional water boiler.
Drip.
Drop.
Now the florescent light in the stairway outside the front door has gone erratic.
On.
Off.
Onnnnn
Off
Add ice-cold water from the taps, and London darkness at three o'clock -

my life is becoming a cliched European art film.