On Thursday morning, just as Rory was about to leave for work, a pipe burst under our bath in the downstairs bathroom. The stopcock wouldn't turn and water got pretty much everywhere.
I'm so glad Rory was home (he swapped his shift, luckily) as the thought of returning home after a long day at work to find a flooded house would be less than pleasing.
A couple of months back, I took out a home emergency policy. Wow, I'm glad I pay the extra fiver a month. This didn't mean things went smoothly. They sent out a plumber, after about 6 hours of waiting, who then turned around and said we had non standard pipework (whatever the hell that means) and prompty left. Leaving us with no running water and no flushing toilet. Naturally, I was not impressed.
Possibly the only funny side of this day was the fact that my cat, Wilson, decided to bring Rory a present when he was cleaning up the flooded kitchen. He managed (I have no idea how) to catch a live seagull, jump onto the flat roof one storey up and squeeze through the cat flap. The seagull survived. Rory had to chuck a towel over it and carry it outside to set it free. He's a good hunter, that cat.
Friday came, and Rory had to take another day off work, with the promise of a phone call from a plumber at 8.30am (we were supposedly top of the emergency list). That never happened. There were many heated phone calls, and even an argument or two between me and Rory. Such a stressful situation.
After a wasted day at home, nobody arrived and I was beyond furious. Luckily neighbours of ours gave us some buckets of water so we could flush the loo, but I was so desperate for a shower. I felt gross.
A plumber arrived on Saturday. Day 3. Needless to say, I was not impressed when the guy said he couldn't give me a working toilet. I turned all Bad Teacher on him and informed him he would give me a working shower and toilet regardless of whether he wanted to or not. I think he was a little scared of me.
Anyway, a hot shower after 3 days without water was utter bliss. You totally realise how much we take for granted everyday. I still have a non-functioning downstairs bathroom, which is now in the hands of the insurance company. Wish me luck.