Apr 20, 2005 11:37
I forgot to tell you: The other day I got an IM from my secretary: "You have a little food at home. Call [BF]." So I called BF and asked what this was about, us having a little food in the house. No, he explained, a little FLOOD!
Seems he went out to walk the dog, and when he returned about 30 minutes later he heard the distict sound of water gushing from above. He ran upstairs to find the hose to the washing machine had burst, and water was everywhere. Well, water will seek its lowest point . . . so it seeped through the floor of the second floor and the ceiling of the first floor . . . and then through the floor of the first floor and the ceiling of the garden level . . . and then the floor of the garden level and the ceiling of the cellar . . . and then wound up on the floor of the cellar. For a while we had water dripping even out of the light fixtures (like that Three Stooges with them as inept plumbers).
The good news is that the damage appears to be mostly cosmetic and not that horrible. The bad news is that for a week now we've had industrial-sized de-humidifiers and blowers going, and blowing, nonstop. The disaster recovery people came back yesterday, we hoped to remove the equipment. But they tested the walls -- which are plaster -- and found they are still wet.
So we continue to live as though stuck at the tail-end of a drive through car wash. The dog and the cat do not like it. Neither do we.