Wetness at 4am
Aug. 13th, 2004 04:06 amSo I was woken up out of rather nice dreams by a cat standing on my chest and purring.
Not an entirely uncommon occurrence, but I needed to go to the toilet, so I rolled Denver off of me and staggered towards the door, scanning for my dressing gown.
At which point I became aware of someome hammering in the garden.
Now, we have obnoxious downstairs neighbours, but even they don't tend to hammer in the garden at 3:30am. So I walked to the window to find out what was going on.
The window was wet.
The windowsill was wet.
Water was dripping rythmically from the top of the window. A fair amount of it.
So I felt for the source, and couldn't find it.
So I woke up Ed, who felt around for two minutes, turned around and said, "There's water dripping on your bed."
And there was.
So I turned off the light, as the water was now dribbling down this and on to my bed.
And we both got properly dressed and climbed up the stairs and banged on our neighbours door.
No answer.
So we came back downstairs and now the dribble was more of a stream.
So I phoned the police (and I was good and looked up their main number rather than simply dialling 999).
And they passed me on to the council.
And the council promised to call me back.
And, a mere 5 minutes later, they did.
And apparently if the people are council tenants they can just open the door, otherwise we're going to need to get a warrant, which will take a bit longer.
And the head of their "emergency water ingress team" is on his way here right now.
And I can't think of anything useful to do until he gets here.
Except empty the litter tray, which I meant to do before going to bed.
Which I've now done.
Oh, and write this up for Livejournal.
Which I've now pretty much done.
I don't think I'm going to work tomorrow.
Not an entirely uncommon occurrence, but I needed to go to the toilet, so I rolled Denver off of me and staggered towards the door, scanning for my dressing gown.
At which point I became aware of someome hammering in the garden.
Now, we have obnoxious downstairs neighbours, but even they don't tend to hammer in the garden at 3:30am. So I walked to the window to find out what was going on.
The window was wet.
The windowsill was wet.
Water was dripping rythmically from the top of the window. A fair amount of it.
So I felt for the source, and couldn't find it.
So I woke up Ed, who felt around for two minutes, turned around and said, "There's water dripping on your bed."
And there was.
So I turned off the light, as the water was now dribbling down this and on to my bed.
And we both got properly dressed and climbed up the stairs and banged on our neighbours door.
No answer.
So we came back downstairs and now the dribble was more of a stream.
So I phoned the police (and I was good and looked up their main number rather than simply dialling 999).
And they passed me on to the council.
And the council promised to call me back.
And, a mere 5 minutes later, they did.
And apparently if the people are council tenants they can just open the door, otherwise we're going to need to get a warrant, which will take a bit longer.
And the head of their "emergency water ingress team" is on his way here right now.
And I can't think of anything useful to do until he gets here.
Except empty the litter tray, which I meant to do before going to bed.
Which I've now done.
Oh, and write this up for Livejournal.
Which I've now pretty much done.
I don't think I'm going to work tomorrow.