Bath, FLOODING THE SECOND and London
We were both looking forward to have a nice shower after 3 hours in the car - we got a bit lost on the way back to Ricky when we tried to avoid the traffic jam on the M25! But we finally made it and headed straight for Tesco to fill up the fridge for the next few days. Unfortunately when we got back, the flat was still without hot water, as they "forgot" to repair my external heater!!! Great, but there was more to come.
After unpacking our shopping bags, I suddenly realized that all the things that had been on the desk in the living room were wet. Right, I thought that was because one of the bottles we had bought were leaking. Unfortunately I was more than wrong! There was water dripping from the ceiling, from the lamp to be precise and there were definite signs that there was more water coming somehow through the cable canel which leads to my bedroom. So I cautiously opened the door to my bedroom and was speechless. My whole bedroom was soaked in water: my bed, my mattress, my carpet, my wardrobe and it was constantly dripping from the ceiling, even more than in the living room. GREAT!
First thing I did was getting some buckets to stop at least some of the water soaking my two rooms even further. Then I phoned the duty engineer - it took him half an hour to get to my flat and I just assume he came from the pub because there was definitely some "alcoholic perfume" about him. He had a look at my ceiling and informed me that it must be the shower pump from the flat (my old one) upstairs. But Katrin was not there, she was in Cornwall - so why did this stupid pump break? He assumed that it must have broken in the morning and so at least 3 full shower loads had been coming downs. And it got worse by the minute! The dripping rate increased, especially in the living room. So he got the keys for Katrin's flat and isolated the boiler, unfortunately that was all he could do. Every single bit of water that was still in the boiler would come down, there was no way to stop it, he could only stop the water from filling the boiler up again.
With all the water and the dripping and the soaked mattresses there was no way of sleeping in my flat. So finally we were moved to the flat across the corridor. Unfortunately in this flat there had been an even worse water accident the week before, so our "beds" there were also only provisional.
By the time we finally had everything settled, it was way after 10pm and we were starving. Christoph therefore volunteered to get us something to eat, which turned out to be a most delicious sweet and sour chicken stir fry!
The next few days were "quiet" compared to the day we came back. We still had to sleep next door, it started to smell in my flat because of the wet carpet, but at least there was no more water coming down. I went with Christoph around the City (the usual sightseeing tour), I went with him to all of my favourite places (Covent Garden, Camden, Portobello Road, Greenwich) and we spent a whole day shopping in Oxford Street - which was more exhausting than all the rest of it!
We spent a whole early evening in Regent Park, as all the roses were in full flower and it just looked so great. There were so many different kinds of roses and they all smelled so lovely. We also did the traditional tour "London at night", but to be honest I was freezing by the time we made it to Embankment Station! I should mention that it had been boiling hot during the day (it never rained when Christoph was in London), but it got quite chilly at night.
The last "excitement" of Christoph's stay was his encounter with the Deputy Headmistress of the Prep. Dept. To be honest, I was only allowed to have male visitors till Sunday, so he was supposed to leave before the girls get back to school. But I thought that staying another night gave us the whole of Sunday and so Christoph's flight was on Monday. We had breakfast together and were about to leave when someone knocked on the door. I thought it would be someone from the works department and sent Christoph to answer the door. But unfortunately it was Mrs Brown who was of course quite surprised to have a man standing in front of her. She never really said anything, but I was quite embarrased, as you can imagine.
I really enjoyed this week with Christoph and the trip to Wales with Vanessa. It was good to have him here and I especially miss to have a decent breakfast with someone - now I am back to eating a piece of bread in the kitchen! It even stopped smelling in my bedroom on Monday so I could at least move back into my flat, even though I prefered to sleep on the sofa in the living room as this room was not damaged that much. All in all it was the best half-term I ever had!
Labels: England 2007, Holidays, Wales
