Monday, October 09, 2006

Drip, drip, drip

As we were eating breakfast this morning, Dan asked, "Did you turn the heat on?"

"No, why?" I replied, dreamily looking out the window into the sunny back yard, planning my day over my coffee.

"Do you hear that clicking noise?" he said. As I listened, Dan leaped to his feet and ran into the dining room. "It's dripping!" he shouted, running up the stairs to our bedroom. "The bathroom is leaking!" It was just 8:30 a.m.

Sure enough, in the bath off our bedroom, the hot water pipe under the sink had split, (no, we don't know why) and while
we made coffee and toasted bread, it soaked the rag rug on the floor, and seeped through the bathroom floorboards and drywall ceiling of the dining room below.

Our lovely dining room now has a large hole in the ceiling where we pulled away the drywall to let the water out, and the water to the bathroom sink is shut off until we repair the leak. It's a good
thing I hadn't gotten around to putting the new package of t.p. away under the sink.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a way to start your holiday. Phooeh. Mom

weezer said...

What a Bummmer!
Well I guess it's the DIYers to the rescue!! /sounds like a weekend job.

Ali said...

Super! Let me know which weekend you'll be coming ;-)

weezer said...

Well, give me about 3 yrs when we move up there & I'LL BE THERE WITH BOOTS ON! I figure the bells won't do in this case. I love this site!