I should be in work tonight (as I was last night), but due to unforseen circumstance, I am not.
I dropped Luke off at Helen's this morning, only to be called to collect him about 30 mins later. (10 mins after i'd gone to bed) The poor little man had been sick a few times so Helen, quite rightly, suggested he come home.
As you'd expect, he made a complete, somewhat miraculous recovery within about an hour of coming home.
In this time, Deb had contacted her mum to come and look after Luke whilst I went to bed. At about 10:30, whilst we were sat waiting, I heard a gush of water from upstairs. I rushed up to find water pouring in from the ceiling in the Girls bedroom. I got towels and put them down on the floor and flew outside to get a bucket to catch the remaining water. the ceiling had bowed and the paper on it had an 8" tear in it where the water was escaping from.
I rang the CIS with whom we are insured and it is currently in their hands.
The resulting to-ing and fro-ing meant that I actually was in bed for a total of 2 hours 20 minutes, having taken two telephone calls during my bed-time. Surprisingly, however, I feel ok at the moment. I can't understand why, but I do feel a-ok.
I deliberately didn't tell Deb about it whilst she was at work, to avoid any unneccessary alarm or distress. She's due home any minute and I'll tell her then.
OK - so she got home and was fine with things. Deb actually suggested a way we are able to get it temporarily repaired quicker than monday. I do love my wife.
The co-op shop was WELL wet this evening when I went. Well, outside it was, anyway. Have a look...