Three floods

[steepholm]

Last night I was phoned by my ex, in somewhat panic, asking me where the stopcock was in our old house, as there was a leaking pipe. My mind went blank, or rather filled with the locations of all the stopcocks in all the other houses I've ever lived in except that one. I eventually managed a suggestion, but never got to find out if it was right, as ex was called away to deal with some new emergency.

This morning I was lying in bed reading The House of Many Ways, and had just reached the scene where a pipe bursts, flooding the house, when I heard a tattoo of heavy drips coming from my own bathroom. Water was (and is) coming steadily through the extractor fan in the ceiling. It's odd, because although it's raining at the moment it's rained far more heavily in recent days, with no effect at all.

There's no moral to this story - but it did seem a rather Diana Wynne Jones-ish thing to happen...

Comments

[lady-schrapnell.livejournal.com]

Oh no. The upstairs one this time?

It IS very DWJ-ish - was it The Spellcoats she was writing when she got -- something. Nearly drowned in a flood? Guess it's a good thing she limited herself to broken pipes in this one!

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

Yup, the upstairs one. It's a classic piece of attention-seeking behaviour, I guess, after I had the builders out fixing its downstairs sibling.

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

I've been worrying about our pipes after the quake. It's another four or five months until I have to think about rain and roof leakage. (If ever.)

[jadelennox]

That's a *very* DWJ things to happen. Now you just need your laundry to turn pink.