Fuck times two. Squared.
Feb. 5th, 2010 07:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOkay, so. Following smart advices, I have turned off the water. Drip is still dripping, but you'd expect that.
Starting to move stuff around in the bedroom, in anticipation of ripping up the floor, I find that the wallpaper is sodden, against the front wall. Which might be another symptom of the same problem, or it might be another problem entirely; there is, for sure, a water-pipe pretty much directly above the drip. I dunno. I dunno nothing.
I have spoken to my emergency 24-hour insurance helpline. Whose help promises to come, emergencily. On Sunday.
They might make it tomorrow, but that's just an aspiration.
Oh, and I only have £200-worth of cover for this.
Fuckity-fuck. I wanna go home.
Oh, wait. I am home.
I wanna go away?
Starting to move stuff around in the bedroom, in anticipation of ripping up the floor, I find that the wallpaper is sodden, against the front wall. Which might be another symptom of the same problem, or it might be another problem entirely; there is, for sure, a water-pipe pretty much directly above the drip. I dunno. I dunno nothing.
I have spoken to my emergency 24-hour insurance helpline. Whose help promises to come, emergencily. On Sunday.
They might make it tomorrow, but that's just an aspiration.
Oh, and I only have £200-worth of cover for this.
Fuckity-fuck. I wanna go home.
Oh, wait. I am home.
I wanna go away?