There Ain't No Devil, It's Just God When He's Drunk

Friday night, My Honey didn't come home from work until 9:00pm, and since I had waited to eat dinner with him, he treated me to a delicious Sushi dinner (I had been munching on Cinnamon buns all day and wasn't very hungry anyway). We got home a little after ten and settled into a food coma, content to just surf the interwebs until sleepy time pulled us down into the soft covers of bedfordshire. However, just after 12, we heard a MASSIVE bang that shook our flat, followed by what sounded like a mini Niagra falls. At first we thought it was our washinging machine, which had shaken the most, but an inspection of that found it dry and empty. So we followed the water noise and saw threads of water streams bursting out like angry veins from under the bathroom sink.



We quickly turned off the power to the flat and called up The Dad to see where the main water valve was. We got the water shut off in time to have he downstairs neighbour pounding on our door asking if we were'having a bath.' We told him that we had shut off the water and that a pipe must of burst or something, but the poor guy was a bit shaken, having just had about 10 gallons of water dropped down in his flat below so late at night.

The next day was a bit like camping. We used what bottled water we had to make tea and wash our hands, and I tried my best to not think of pee or jobbies or how much I needed to use the toilet. The emergency plumber came at 11, and by 12 we had water! Apparently whatever idiot did the plumbing in the flat put the pipes in wrong so essentially instead of having the pipes connect and stay put togeher, the one pipe was just gently resting on top on the other with no actual connection. And the pressure just caused the pipe to separate where there should have been a join.

Yay for water adventures!