shower

last night we heard water running, only the tap wasn't on. at least not in our apartment. julian roused himself slowly, wandering first to the bathroom, then the kitchen. our light fixture was transformed into a showerhead - spewing onto the sofa, the wood floor, the kitchen counter. thankfully, much of it drained into the sink.

as i mopped up with beach towels d ran upstairs to let the neighbours know. he banged at their door, but politely, apologising to them for their mistake. i stayed downstairs, listening at the door and muttering about the insurance. they eventually answered, groggily, as we had been a few minutes earlier. one of them was naked, or so d said. then i heard "oh my god! oh my god!" and it wasn't the way they usually say it when they are naked. it had seeped silently into their carpets while they were sleeping. thank goodness for the noisy plonk water makes on wood - we woke before being inundated.

d came downstairs. "it was their toilet," he said. i dropped the beach towel pretty fast.