2.30 a.m. And The Stairs Are Coming Up..


 

Mike got out of bed in the early hours of this morning and went downstairs.

At the bottom of the stairs his foot hit wet carpet.

The sound of wood splintering against the force of a crowbar did nothing to assist restful sleep for me either.

Yes, there’s a leak. A long way from the building works and therefore another of those things that was just waiting to happen at any time. But could it have found a more inaccessible place? No. Fixing the pipe may well be the easy bit. To get to it either the stairs will have to be dismantled or we go in through the (tiled) wall of the downstairs loo.

Remind me again of the attraction of living in an old house?

The emergency plumber is scheduled for this afternoon.

Sigh.