Oooh what's that sound I wonder?

Yesterday I helped a friend move out of the 'marital home' - never very nice. I eventually got home emotionally drained after 9pm, sat down and helped SJ prepare for an interview. At about 10.45 I eventually got a moment to myself for some relaxation as SJ had gone to bed to get some sleep (she doesn't need beauty sleep, she's beautiful anyway).

Crap on telly and laptop on lap I contentedly listened to something in the background while clicking through guff, checking emails, fiddling with photos, the usual. Then somewhere in the back of my consciousness I hear a noise.

The noise? the click of the combi boiler.

I should have known something was wrong.

Ten minutes or so later I wonder what SJ is doing.

Ten minutes after that I realise that I can hear rushing water.

oshit.

laptop no longer on lap I run into the bathroom where the sound is clearly a faucet on full bore. But no tap is on. Kitchen is quiet, so it has to be the Bathroom. I run into the bedroom (panic creeping into my voice) and wake SJ. Mistake.

Never wake sleeping dogs, or SJ. One half asleep bollocking later she is standing asking 'WTF?' before stumbling back to bed as I switch off the water at the mains.

Silence.

there is no sign of water in the bathroom, floors/walls/ceiling are dry. Oh well, I'll worry about it tomorrow.

It is now almost 12.

*tap tap*

the door.
oshit oshit oshit

My downstairs neighbour - looking alarmed asks

"have you got water rushing into your bathroom?"

"er..."

His bathroom has a mini Niagra Falls coming through the roof...

Today was spent ripping up the floor of the bathroom trying to find the leak. It has been found and fixed. A pipe leading to the hot tap in the basin had popped. It is safe and secure now. Hooray.

However my almost finished bathroom is now minus a floor - the lovely bath is on piles of old plywood until the floor is relayed.

arse.