Talk about déjà vu.
Mex and I went off to a supermarket this afternoon to exchange my egg boiler.
Mine suddenly went on strike and thought it could hard boil eggs in a couple of minutes.
Taking soft boiled eggs to work is not really nice.
They certainly aren’t filling.
Bit I digress.
When we got home I went ahead to let Jasmine into the flat so we could open the gate and get the car in.
And I heard a loud noise.
And I thought WTF?
And then I glanced down.
Water, water everywhere.
It had run right through the flat.
Under our bed and reached the front door.
Last week it was a burst pipe in the kitchen cupboard.
This time it was in the bathroom.
It filled the bathroom and went into the kitchen and from there into the living area.
Thank God for Dial Direct insurance.
They have been fantastic.
On both occasions.
The plumber has just left.
All is back to normal.
No…nothing is really normal with us.
On the upside my floor is really, really, REALLY clean.
I get the feeling that the universe is trying to tell me to get the hell out.
Turn the flat into a swimming pool.
OR….clean your damn floor or we will do it for you.
Probably the latter.