As I went to bed last night I could hear rain starting to blow against the window, and when I got up most of the snow had gone, and we had reverted to proper English Christmas weather, i.e. grey and damp. The temperature has risen to a balmy 4 degrees (39 F), and I even went out without my wooly hat.
Also, I prised the front panel off he bath yesterday and found a dry, slightly dusty space, with no particular smell of mould, so I ran about a showers-worth of water into the bath and saw nothing coming through downstairs. This morning I decided to have a bath, but realised that if there was still a leak the ceiling would be saturated with my old bathwater, so I just half-filled the bath with cold water and then let it run out. Still nothing coming through. Hooray! Tomorrow, I'm going to have a proper bath, and if nothing leaks I'll head off to Ikea on Monday to spend the money I would have paid the plumber. There is still the nagging problem of where the water that did come through came from, since I've checked the sealant around the sides and it all seems to be solid.
The Ikea plan is to buy several of
these storage jars, fill them with home-make gingerbread stars or something like that, and decorate them with coloured ribbon for presents.