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Iain and I had a battle for the loo first thing this morning in work. Him to use the sink to fill up the jug to make the coffee, me to use the loo.
I won.
I’m going to let you use your imagination here a little, but as I was sitting there I noticed that the hot water machine (you know – one of those electric thingumies) was dripping quite badly so I pushed the handle to shut it off.
Sitting on the toilet.
Handle comes off in my hand.
Water GUSHES across the bathroom.
Hits the toilet door.
Floods the floor within seconds.
Soaks my suit which hangs on the back of the door.
Soaks my legs and left arm as I start screaming.
Iain comes running to see what the catastrophe is. Opens toilet door and watches as the water comes rushing at his chest. Quite cleverly he slams the door shut again to save himself, meaning I am trapped in the room with my trousers round my ankles (soaking up the water on the floor) and the tide rising at Titanic speed.
I STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED AT THE LOO.
I had to go and sit sideways on the soaking wet seat, inching my legs away from the spray while Iain fought his way through the cupboard to get at the stop-cock. Thankfully the water stopped immediately and we spent the next 20 minutes mopping it up. Me with soaking wet legs and feet and now freezing because I had to take off my cardigan to get it dry.
The machine is broken. Of course Iain has fixed it with superglue but when we turned the water back on there was a leak. The part wont be in stock for 3 days and in the meantime we have no water. It isn’t until this happens that you realise just how much you rely on utilities like water. And how cold you get with wet clothes on.
And how grumpy you get with no coffee.
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