episode two: attack of the taps

it's been 9 days since my neighbour couldn't figure out how to work the washing machine, so i suppose it was just really time for a new event.

this time it's a knock on my door at 07:00. i'm not a morning person in the least so a knock on my door at that time of the day is not only not particularly welcome it's rather disorienting. i put on a robe and go to the front door: nobody. i hear knocking again. it takes me a few seconds to figure out that it must be the shared door. oh no. the neighbour. what could it be?

turns out she'd broken the tap in the kitchen sink and the water was rushing full blast and she was afraid the sink would overflow and flood the place. this was making her a bit hysterical since the reason they moved in here is they were flooded out of their previous place during the rain storms we had here in alberta in the last month. she wasn't sure what to do.

so... i looked under the kitchen sink: no tap. great. down to the basement then where i turned off the water main to the house. not only am i up at 7, i have no water. she's calming down now because things are under control but i have no water. fortunately i had enough water in the kettle from yesterday to make tea, so i made some for both of us.

so here i sit bleary eyed listening to norah jones, teeth unbrushed, hair unwashed, tea now gone. i want my old neighbour back. she even used to bake for me. =(