I had a day off today, so decided to spend a bit of ‘me time’ during the afternoon in between my usual social media tasks. I had a lovely nap, watched some Netflix with the cat (who was obviously enthralled by the way he was snoring in my ear) and then arranged to meet my friend for our weekly catch up in the local pub.
She was on her way back from work so I went upstairs to get changed, during which I went to the toilet before I left the house. Our toilet has been faulty for a while – the mechanism inside doesn’t always work which means that we have to wait for the water to fill back up and then manually stop it ourselves. It’s not a major inconvenience, but needed fixing and has been on the ‘to do’ list for a while, along with another bajillion tasks that we don’t seem to get round to.
I was in a bit of a rush, so when the mechanism failed again I must have been a bit over zealous. I pushed on it, only for it to fall off and a MASSIVE stream of water started shooting out like a fountain, ALL over the bathroom, myself and the cat, who had wandered in to see what I was up to.
I did the only thing any normal person would do in such a situation: I laughed hysterically, particularly at the cat who was busy re-enacting a scene from Titanic and desperately trying to vacate the bathroom before he drowned in the sea of water that was beginning to appear. Luckily, I knew where the shut-off valve thing was (yes, I’m making that a technical term, even if it isn’t the correct one) and how to work it (try not to be too impressed), so I grabbed a screwdriver and managed to turn off the water, still in hysterics.
I was fully clothed and completely soaked, which seemed a little bit harsh considering my initial intentions were just to use the toilet.
There’s nothing more random than ringing your fiancé while he’s finishing the end of his working day to tell him that I had broken the loo, flooded the bathroom and traumatised the cat. I bet he loved it. However, I managed to get cleaned up, dried off and cleared up the bathroom, and still had time to go to the pub.
To be fair, there wasn’t anything else I could do, and I expected to have to ring the landlord this evening for him to come round and fix it, but by the time I got home an hour later, The Bloke had gone and bought new parts and by the time I had made his dinner he had fixed it.
My hero. I was genuinely impressed.
One of the many reasons why I’m marrying him.
What about you guys? Have you done anything stupid today, or was it just me?