It never rains, but it pours...
And in this case, it's pouring through my kitchen ceiling.
When I came out of the shower on Sunday, Joe was downstairs. "What are you doing, Joe?" I asked.
"Splashing in puddle" came the puzzling reply. I went downstairs and, sure enough, water was pouring through the light fittings and the kitchen was soaked.
We called the insurance company and they sent a man with a big shiny red van around pretty quickly. As the bath was also emptying at the time of the escape, he tried to determine whether it was the bath or the shower causing the problem by variously running both, and eventually decided it was the shower. He knocked a hole in a ceiling (the one we only got fixed a year or so ago) but couldn't see anything, and as no further water was leaking, decided that the problem had gone away. He left with the advice that we should use the bath only for a few days, and then try the shower again. And the insurance company wouldn't do much as it's not an emergency because we can use the bath.
So this morning we used the bath. And even more water came cascading down through the ceiling. This was even more puzzling because we used the bath in between the first and second floods for Joe. Perhaps it's because there was more water in this time. So we called the insurance company again who agreed it's now a higher priority as we need to bath a baby (and a baby with Eczema at that). So it's been passed onto the underwriters, but I don't know what they'll pay for. Fixing the bath will probably involve removing the tiles off the sides of the bath (there's no access panel, stupidly) which of course may break them. The kitchen ceiling needs fixing as it's now got holes in it, and the lights are all discoloured, and probably not that safe now either, their electrics having been doused in water.
What with Jessica's birthday, a new pushchair for Joe, a new tyre for the car, now this, and our impending holiday the money is pouring out of my bank account as fast as the water is pouring into my kitchen.
When I came out of the shower on Sunday, Joe was downstairs. "What are you doing, Joe?" I asked.
"Splashing in puddle" came the puzzling reply. I went downstairs and, sure enough, water was pouring through the light fittings and the kitchen was soaked.
We called the insurance company and they sent a man with a big shiny red van around pretty quickly. As the bath was also emptying at the time of the escape, he tried to determine whether it was the bath or the shower causing the problem by variously running both, and eventually decided it was the shower. He knocked a hole in a ceiling (the one we only got fixed a year or so ago) but couldn't see anything, and as no further water was leaking, decided that the problem had gone away. He left with the advice that we should use the bath only for a few days, and then try the shower again. And the insurance company wouldn't do much as it's not an emergency because we can use the bath.
So this morning we used the bath. And even more water came cascading down through the ceiling. This was even more puzzling because we used the bath in between the first and second floods for Joe. Perhaps it's because there was more water in this time. So we called the insurance company again who agreed it's now a higher priority as we need to bath a baby (and a baby with Eczema at that). So it's been passed onto the underwriters, but I don't know what they'll pay for. Fixing the bath will probably involve removing the tiles off the sides of the bath (there's no access panel, stupidly) which of course may break them. The kitchen ceiling needs fixing as it's now got holes in it, and the lights are all discoloured, and probably not that safe now either, their electrics having been doused in water.
What with Jessica's birthday, a new pushchair for Joe, a new tyre for the car, now this, and our impending holiday the money is pouring out of my bank account as fast as the water is pouring into my kitchen.
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