bluevalentine

My house fell apart last night.

I come home to the sound of running water. I think its the tv. It's so loud i can hear it before I open the door.

My oldest cat makes a mad dash out the door.

I come inside and find a 3 foot by 4 foot patch of downstairs ceiling has fallen. Water falling all over my living room. Its obviously been doing this for most of the 4 hours I've been away.

My upstairs toilet overflowed and would not stop running.

I take my phone and go outside to collect myself.

I call Wayne.

"Hey. How are you"
"I'm ok. you?"
"My house just broke."
"what?"

I relate the above story. He tells me I can stay at his house overnight.

I pack some clothes, shampoo, clean undies and the like.

I am unable to find my keys. I still don't know where they are.

I remember i have a spare key in the kitchen drawer. I head over to Wayne's just before 9 after apologising to my cats and dog and moving their food and water to dry land upstairs.

I've already called in sick. Today will be spent picking up damp drywall, sucking up water from carpet just so I can cut it up and throw it away.

At least I'll finally have concrete floors like I always wanted.