just Water...

The SF checking the floor space. Sorry, no Jason (Sows Ear) shirtless shot. It IS Winter after all.s

When the Silver Fox was coming last week I had to tell him that we had a water leak from the laundry chute to the laundry below. Oh, it wasn't a flood. Goodness knows we had one of those! (see here for more details) But it was enough for me to accuse the Miss and Master T of chucking wet clothes down the chute. Nope. It turned out to be a water leak. Now the SF built our home so I gave him enough time to think about what was happening and in that week or so the Ts used my bathroom.I did stress him out mind but he has a very good problem solving mind so i wanted to give him some time to think.

When the SF got home it was up the ladder for him and a perusal of the floor space. As luck would have it, it was just some debris washed out by the 'great flood'. Phew!! By resiting it for a week everything was able to dry out. Could have been really big though couldn't it. Luckily a bit of a clean and whala.. job done.

I learned (or is it learnt?) something about myself when the 'great flood' happened. Master T was so terrified that I was cool as a cucumber and we cleaned up together. But. Here is the thing. If he leaves a towel on the bed or floor, there is hell to pay. I'm not sure if I am the only one who does this but I think it was because he was so upset where he doesn't really give a hoot about a wet towel. Yeh, that's it. Either that or I'm losing my mind. Could go either way really...

 Ciao for now...