M moved some chipboard and I noticed a damp line in the carpet.
Me, pointing: What's that?
M: probably just wet from the chipboard.
Me: But it's spread round the corner where this is no chipboard.
Me: I bet the new shower's leaking.
I hoiked up the edge of the carpet and to my alarm saw water swimming beneath it. A hasty call to the builders resulted 20 mins later in two of them appearing and taking ages to umm and ahh over what might be causing it while all the while the pool of water seeped further into the carpet and across the room.
Eventually, the plumber was called, a hole was cut in the bedroom wall (because Builder Martin had just finished all the wall coverings and shower tray and doors etc in the new bathroom and it would have been nightmarish seeing them all removed this close to Christmas when they'd taken a fortnight to be put in) and the culprit was discovered. As I'd said, the new shower pipe was leaking.
It was wrapped up in tape like an Egyptian Mummy, tightened and declared sorted and everyone left. I'd just got on with the painting when a sudden and loud noise of deluging water made me assume that M had inexplicably switched on the new shower.
Why have you turned the shower on? I yelled.
I haven't! He yelled back.
I rushed round the corner in time to see water fountaining out of the hole in the wall, jet spraying across the other wall and flooding the room. In seconds the carpet was under an inch of water and it just kept coming.
M sprinted down stairs and wrenched the main stop cock to off but we were still left with a swimming pool where our bedroom usually is.
Towels and buckets mopped the worst of it and when the plumber returned and capped the culprit he showed me how a piece of the joint had sheared away.
I have a strange sense of humour and often feel it's better to laugh than cry when something like this happens. And because we'd been home and caught it quickly, was relatively able to see the funny side. HOWEVER, as M pointed out, had it been a usual weekend for us the likelihood is we would have returned to a flooded house; the ceiling undoubtedly would have fallen in and we'd have been looking at spending Christmas in a hotel and goodness knows how long the repair work would have taken. Far worse than this though is that the room directly beneath our bedroom is where the dogs sleep and they would both almost certainly have been killed.
So like I say, the Gods were with us.
The offending pipe has been replaced but I have told them not to block up the hole in the wall until after Christmas. I want to be absolutely certain that it won't leak again :o(.
On to happier news. I've just finished wrapping all the prezzies which are now beneath the tree, have sorted out the stockings, bought all the food except the fresh stuff and got the booze in. Tomorrow, I have to make 40 mince pies for the friends who are coming after parkrun on Saturday and after that I'm more or less done.
L has been home with a temperature, so I'm really hoping we don't succumb to that! He has valiantly gone in to college today although I am on High Alert for a text to go and pick him up.
In the meantime, I'm running in the fresh air with the dogs through the countryside as much as I possibly can in order to stave the bugs off!
I'll leave you with a short vid of Romsonians singing Silent Night during Christmas Carols in the Market Square last night, which we went to and thoroughly enjoyed. It was absolutely packed with the Romsey Youth Choir, the Romsey Male Voice Choir and several others all present as well as lots and lots of locals all singing away. Our friend Raymond was conducting (he is very funny and had everyone laughing throughout) and everyone was in fine voice, even if M and I had to hum/ make up the words in some places as we didn't have a carol sheet. I kept getting the giggles as M suddenly dropped an unexpected octave when the range got too high for him. This is acceptable during Christmas Carols, but I get into terrible trouble with it during funerals :o)
Happy Crimbo All!