Rain Stops Play

So what have I been up to lately?

Mostly shouting at idiots.

The neighbour's flat upstairs sprung a leak. It started raining in our bedroom. We told the owner about it. He said the leak wasn't coming from him. We said, "Yes it is". He said, "No it isn't".

He lives in Paris and rents it out.

Can you see where this is going.

He said that he wanted to wait until his mate was free to come around and look at it.

When would that be?

A week on Tuesday!

But it's raining... IN OUR BEDROOM!

Nothing to do with him.

But it's coming from YOUR FLAT!

No it isn't.

Okay, so you say it's not coming from your flat. Can we take a look?

Yep.

But there are no access panels in your bathroom. You TILED IN all the pipes and connections!

That's why he doesn't want to do anything. It'd mean punching a hole in the wall.

Fair enough. BUT IT'S RAINING IN OUR BEDROOM.

Fast forward 5 days. We finally got access to the flat by lobbying the management company and they made a hole.

Quelle surprise (a verbal nod to the owner's current location) there was a swimming pool behind the tiles. The leak was from a tap that his father-in-law had tried to descale as it was sticking. Leak fixed, water stopped pouring through our ceiling... after nearly a week of battle.

Y'know, I like the rain. I really do, especially warm summer showers. Call me fickle. I prefer it when it's outside.