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.