To set the scene, Baby HYG has been sick for a week, multiple doctors appointments, I stayed at home yesterday to look after her, only to find in the evening that I was getting sick, had a raging temperature, and Mrs HYG feels sick too - we’re a proper plague house right now.
Anyway, at about 2am, Mrs HYG gets up for something and hears a weird dripping noise - she follows the sound and sees water coming down the walls and through the ceiling on our staircase (we live in the basement flat), obviously coming from the flat upstairs. It’s pretty bad so we can’t ignore it, so I try and wake the old dude who lives upstairs to let him know and see if he knows what’s going on. I bang on the door, ring the bell, shout through the letterbox - nothing. I go outside and see his lights are on and his car is parked up, and suddenly have a bad feeling.
Not really knowing what to do, I end up calling 999 and asking for the fire brigade and explain the situation. They send a engine, blue lights flashing, and all the fire lads pile out. They spend ten minutes trying to force the door, before eventually getting in by taking off the letterbox and reaching round to the lock. When they go up, they find the old man passed out in his living room, with his kitchen sink overflowing and flooding his floor. He came round and seemed okay though, but we’ve had to turn off half our electrics until an electrician can inspect them for water damage.
Still feel like shit today. Can’t wait to see what the universe throws at us next!
And that’s what happened last night.