… doesn’t mean you’re wrong.
Sigh.
Maybe I spoke too soon yesterday. Today I went home for lunch, partly because it’s easier to do shopping at lunchtime and partly because I’m paranoid about the bathroom.
Apparently I’ve good cause to be. Just as I was leaving to go back to work I heard the dreaded sound of dripping. Yup, my bathroom ceiling slowly getting damper. Again.
I couldn’t get anyone to answer the door upstairs until after work, and we looked under their bath and it was depressingly dry. Running a bath and emptying it showed no leaks, but there had clearly been a fair amount of water run down my wall.
Throughout my continuing bathroom fiasco I’ve been fairly upbeat, annoyingly finding the positive spin on everything, but it’s starting to wear on me now. For the first time I’ve had to consider what I’d do if I can’t get everything sorted by the time I’m due to go away. I’m not seriously considering changing my holiday plans but the idea of having to has moved from the not-a-chance box to the almost-certainly-not-going-to-happen box.
I’ve had to wonder what would I do if I wake up on the morning of my flights and there’s water cascading down my walls, how much would changing my flights cost, would that be covered by my insurance.
However, things are looking up. Upstairs dude found another potential source of the water that ties with everything (a leak in the bath that would only show up if water was left sitting in the bath) and I’ve had myself a nice steak and chips (the benefit of shopping at lunchtime is decent steak). My do-before-I-leave list is almost done, as is the bottle of wine I opened to go with the steak.
Back to the positive upbeat outlook then.
Six days until I’m on holiday.