Tuesday, April 08, 2008

A Wet Homecoming

... and I'm not talking about the weather here. I flew into Heathrow's utilitarian but functional Terminal 3, (where the ATMs never have cash but your plane arrives and your luggage is sorted somewhere other than the Apennine peninusla) thanks to Untied Airlines Monday morning, only to come home, take a shower and realize that water was leaking and spewing all over our new flat. This is not something one wants to confront when one has slept only a few minutes in the preceding 24 hours.

Oddly, some of the water was spilling backwards out the outlet valve in the upstairs bathtub. The culprit? A broken float valve in the upstairs toilet tank. Because these London architects get clever with bathrooms and hide toilet tanks inside enclosed tiled cabinets, I couldn't identify the problem, which is one of the few DIY problems I have the capability of fixing.

There are, of course, ominous signs. A neighbor and the superintendent who came to help clean things up mentioned recent flooding in several other flats in the building.


Blogger oldest kid said...

I hope it didn't do too much damage and that you have had time to rest now!

12:38 PM  

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