*stern glare*
Two years just about to the day and Upstairs has dribbled on our kitchen yet again -- I say 'dribbled' because this time it looked to be only a couple of cups of water, which later inquiry suggests was a side-effect of an argument they'd been having with the dishwasher, IE whatever clog they were trying to clear out spat up a bit of water down the back of the cabinets somewhere in the process. They seem, FWIW, about as terrified of their plumbing at this point as we are, so that's something, at least. Still, I hate being at gravity's mercy like this, and it's just a good thing that I had just picked up the pile of manuscripts that had been sitting right in the drop-zone to go (try to) work on them a mere ten or fifteen minutes before the floodgates opened, or I'd be really cross...