Sometimes (okay, rarely), I have an excited feeling in my stomach because my day is going to plan and I just know that before the sun sets everything on my to-do list will be accomplished.
Last week there was a moment where I had that feeling and I was feeling confident that I was actually going to make headway with the monstrous and ugly task that is the preparation of the tax returns the accountant has been asking for since last October (yep, six months – she’s patient).
But then, just as I was walking down the hall past my bedroom, I heard what sounded like a little fountain and out of the corner of my eye I saw rivers of water flowing from the ensuite to the carpeted bedroom floor. It was like a scene from Titanic.
Back-tracking fairly smartly I entered the room and there was so much water on top of the carpet my thongs were under water. Water was coming up from the floor-waste in the ensuite and bubbling and trickling like a little brook all over the tiles and onto the carpet. ‘Somebody call a plumber’, is what I yelled out to Archie which was ridiculous as Archie doesn’t know any plumbers.
I turned off the water and the bubbling brook ceased. I called Drew who was unavailable (standard). My mother phoned and I said, ‘Can’t talk; plumbing emergency’. I ran to the computer and googled emergency plumbers. Interesting how none of the companies answered their phones and I had to leave messages on answering machines.
Then Drew phoned back and gave me the name of a plumber who does work for the company where he works. The guy was on his way to another job but because of the good business relationship he double-backed and came straightaway. Praise God!
He said I had blocked sewer pipes and set to work clearing them. I think he thought that would take a matter of minutes but after five hours he was still on the job. Finally he said he had temporarily cleared the pipes but that it was a difficult job because some of the pipes are cracked, tree roots are involved and two different thickness of pipes have been laid causing blockages. He said, ‘Basically they’re old and beyond their use-by-date and all pipes will need replacing’.
Meanwhile I had been on the phone to an emergency carpet cleaning service. Brad came to the house immediately and after rearranging our furniture, took the water out of the carpet with a suction machine. He said the amount of water he drained out of the carpet was staggering.
Then he said the water damage was mostly under the layer of carpet and we would need two commercial dryers blowing air 24/7 over the carpet. He brought the machines into the house and positioned them and when he switched them on it was like we had our own internal cyclone happening in our bedroom.
And then there was the noise. He shouted, ‘You’re not staying her tonight are you?’ And I shouted back, ‘I don’t have a portfolio of other homes to stay in so yes, we’re sleeping here tonight’.
‘That’s a problem’, he said. ‘Well just switch off the dryers when you go to sleep but in the morning put them back on again to stop the damp smell’.
Three days later the dryers are still here and my bedroom furniture is still all over the place and the damp smell is vile. Brad phoned today and was highly positive saying the smell will be gone any day. Let’s hope so.
And on the day in question, my parents arrived to give me some flowers to cheer me up. Even though only a couple of the buds have opened, there’s enough perfume to nullify some of that damp smell.
Life never happens as planned and bubbling brooks do erupt into our schedules and yes, the accountant is still waiting on those tax returns.