It is been raining here for the past week or so, with varying degrees of strength. Last night we had a bit of a mini downpour. In the middle of the night, I heard a strange "thup, thup, thup" coming from the closet. I got up to investigate and found my clothes were soaking wet; the ceiling was leaking quite heavily. Now, this would not be that unusual of occurrence in Scotland during a rainstorm except for one salient fact; my flat is on the ground floor of a two-storey building. What makes it worse is that the closet has a small cupboard above it, which in effect creates another ceiling, and this arrangement is repeated in the flat above. So, for water to enter my closet and soak my shirts, it must first bypass the roof, enter the cupboard in the upstairs flat, drip into the closet below that, flow in to my cupboard, and finally drain into my closet and onto my clothes. Realising this, I went upstairs to investigate the flat, which was surprisingly unlocked, and unsurprisingly unoccupied. I really don't have words to describe it, save to say that it reminded me of the waterpark in San Dimas, California. I emailed my landlord about this, more for the benefit of him and his building than my waterlogged wearables, and I received his reply this morning, which was to the effect that he had been upstairs to view the flat, and amazingly enough, there was a small leak that needed seeing to. My landlord, while nice enough, definitely has a gift for understatement. My first thoughts on viewing the upstairs flat was I had discovered a new rainforest ecosystem and that there might be predators, possibly jaguars or pumas, lurking about.
No matter, I'm not taking any chances; I am building an ark.
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
you always do entertain me.much love, lindy
ReplyDeleteyou do know i've been following you. your ups and downs and in the closets. miss the boyz, have one of my own, must be related, soon as i turn off the lights its showtime! i swear he see's spirits or spooks. he thinks the sticky roller lint thing is his best friend.
ReplyDeleteall's good in love and life. what was that line from jacque briel...L