Littlemissmetal wrote:Fjar wrote:The toilet just started flushing itself and it's not stopping.
Try pressing it to flush a couple more times - ours at home does this sometimes, you usually just have to push it again and it will stop.
Seems our toilet's fucked.
Turns out the water was overflowing out onto the front porch - some fucker didn't plan his placement of the overflow pipe very well, and you've seen the design of the front porch of our house, with the covered, tiled bit? That's flooded now, and the bins are soaked. I opened the front door to go BACK to the doctor's and thought it was fucking RAINING. I was running late so I couldn't fix it so I went away intending to come and deal with it after the appointment.
I come back and the neighbours are getting out of their car having just come home and they're staring up at this pipe flooding the front and making a hell of a noise on the tiles on top of the porch. They ask if I need help, I decline, thinking it'll just be a case of fiddling with the ballcock (wahey) and turning off the valve. I take off the lid of the cistern, it's fucking covered in rot - need to ask the landlady for a new suite, it's been there twenty years at least - and whatever I do, I can't stop the tap.
Pride and desperation start a raging battle with each other in my head - I can't ask the neighbour to help because the house is a tip and the toilet's in a state, plus my underwear is all out on the airer to dry in the kitchen, just to top it all off. James texts me telling me to turn off the mains tap which I spend ten minutes trying to find. I find it and turn it all off, and now I'm sitting here with nothing to do, not even able to wash my hands.
So yeah. That's my day so far. Bad things come in threes, so I'm looking forward to my third one.
The Pogues are such a good band, and that's the only song of theirs anybody knows.
