A whole line of events discovered from one simple *snap*:
Late for work again, shit.. couldn't wake up this morning, mostly because I hadn't set my alarm but also because I've been sleeping really badly. Ghosts of past memories wait until night to resurface and enlarge grotesquely into weird parallel dimensions. I can't wipe them from my mind and then I fall into granular unconciousness made up of segments of what ifs and might have beens.
Stumble around the flat to make sure everything is tidy. Not up to dad's OCD levels of microscopically-clear-of-debris but it'll do. Pick up my handbag to leave for work. It falls off my shoulder.. what the hell? The strap has snapped. Shit. Now really late for work.. where's that other handbag, the one my mum keeps in the cupboard. Ah yes, the cupboard under the boiler.
Open cupboard, yes, there it is. Reach for bag. Funny, it's soaking wet! Wonder when that happened..
Hang on.. it shouldn't happen. Not in an cupboard.
Shake sleepiness from brain.
Fuck!!! The whole cupboard is soaking- water everyone. Fucking Noah's ark has to be built.. Quickly turn off water at mains! Easier said than done, move fridge (heavy), open trapdoor- reach in and try to turn tap (stiff). Done.
Come back and investigate cupboard. Bag, soaked. Other bags, soaked. Mum's shoes, ruined.. not only ruined but the trainers make surprisingly good buckets. carry them gingerly from cupboard to sink and empty out size 6s' worth of water. Come back to get sandals.. cork heels make very good sponges. tip all spongey shoes into bag and out onto terrace to dry.
Shelves still dripping- also warped and expanded from their shower. Hope steel reinforced shelf holding tank doesn't fail. Get cloth, soak maximum. Still dripping. Run hot water tap in bathroom until none left.. only lasts about 4 minutes. By my estimations, a cubic metre of water has been poured over my mother's accessories and the shelves and perhaps the flat below..
Call plumber. "O arithmos den einai... blah blah" not available, presume forever. No more water leaking. Call concierge, no answer. Go to work clutching belongings in hands and pockets. Am an hour late.
Boss gives number for plumber. Finally agree on 6pm to come and look at tank.
Need to be at airport at 4pm to pick up dad, need to speed home to be home for 6pm for plumber.
Why is everything so bloody difficult in this country?!
