Wetness at 4am

[andrewducker]

So 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.

Comments

[derumi.livejournal.com]

Eurgh. Good luck with getting some water egress there.

[tigrrgrr.livejournal.com]

Do post the ending of this very serious LJ drama. It isn't every day we get an issue like this!! :)

[douglasbryant.livejournal.com]

this is one of those trying times where love of your fellow man proves somewhat difficult, but hey no ones perfect.
I would have turned the water mains off for the house.

[dreema.livejournal.com]

it's a block of flats

[douglasbryant.livejournal.com]

Well then, I guess not. I was thinking of a dreamy small house with just a few flats.
Maybe it's time to move, why dont you all get a house together it couldn't be worse than having water drip from your ceiling followed by the moldy ceiling that will follow.

[andrewducker]

It's a block of 6 flats - three floors. Buying a house in Edinburgh means (a) living a fair way out and (b) having an awful lot of money.

And this is the first time anything like this has happened.

No sign of permanent damage, but I'll leave the place to air for a few days before checking it properly.

[octopoid-horror.livejournal.com]

Wow cool, just like Dark Water....

[andrewducker]

Actually, waking up with a black cat on my chest and a relentless clicking/tapping sound I wondered if I was in Juon - The Grudge.

Hey, you got it fixed pretty quickly, yay

[bibliofile.livejournal.com]

I remember an incident like this in my first apartment ever. I was home sick from work, and a pipe broke in the upstairs apartment -- whose occupants had gone home to France for the holidays. I phoned the management company, who never did send someone over. (I'd not realized that my name's absence from the lease wouldn't help, and I should've said I was the leaseholder.)

The fire department finally broke in and shut the water off. By then, rain was falling in every room of the apartment. For the next couple of weeks, as the steam heat combined with the drying damp, we called the place "Degoba."