Last night I had a wet sleeve. Ask me how? I also had about 1/2 tonne of wet towels. Ask me how again? Master T. That is how. Master T and bath time. Want more clues? Well, Master T will spend ages explaining to me why he doesn't need a bath and I, being the thoughtful Mother that I am, will listen to his argument, and then send him for a bath.
So it was that he had the bath running
He didn't want a bath
He forgot he had the bath running
He came calmly down the stairs some time later...
"Mum" he said
"Yes" I said, thinking ("okay best get off Blogger and make dinner")
"The bath is overflowing, I sort of forgot about it"
Sure enough, behind him was coming a waterfall down the stairs. He had enough gumption to turn off the bath. God love him
"Did you think to empty the bath a bit?" I said as I stuck my long sleeve in to an alarmingly full and deep bath. Then "Don't just stand there, get some towels!!!" I used exclamation marks in my tone.
"If the builder had built this right then the water should have flowed to the floor waste" I said. "Now we know it doesn't"
15 towels, 4 rooms, 1 set of stairs, 1 door jam leaking through to the floor below, 2 bathmats, 1 outfit previously left on the bathroom floor by said culprit and a nervous Master T later....
I asked him what he had learned from this. He said he had learned not to leave the bath on. I said I had learned that I now had 15 towels to wash that I didn't have before. I pointed this out to him.
I asked him if he thought from now on that when I sent him for a bath that he could just, you know, have a bath. He thought this might work.
Then the Silver Fox rang. I was able to point out our new discovery about the floor waste. He said "now we know"
Yep. now we do. That, dear folks is how my sleeve got wet. Well, you did ask. Sort of....
Ciao for now...