Its raining...
Had an interesting Sunday morning last weekend... I'd just had a nice long relaxing shower, dried off, and headed downstairs, back to my room. Now, my room sits directly underneath the shower (perceptive people here are going oh-oh already).
The "interesting" nee "exciting" part of doing this was the discovering the fact that it was raining. In my room.
There was this nice little river of water flowing from the roof, right onto my pillow. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't too happy about this state of affairs.
Got in touch with the landlord, and he had a plumber around within 3 hours to fix it. On a Sunday even. Was fairly impressive. Now, I've just got to find out what he's doing about the hole in my roof (and the mould that's growing in there).
I s'pose I should be grateful that it didn't happen when I was in my bed. That would not have been a good way to wake up...