It's 6am. There is water coming through the bathroom ceiling. My sister lives upstairs so I ring (in a breathless panic) and say the bath must be overflowing or something.
'Nope,' says Fatboy. 'It's not coming from here.'
???
'You live upstairs! Of course it's coming from you! Get frigging Homecall on the phone before your bath crashes through my ceiling!'
Yes that was a tad overdramatic. But I *know* they have some rotten floorboards they haven't sorted out yet.
And I have to work leaving the leak getting bigger and faster.
Sigh.
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