No i haven't forgotten about you. This time around i actually have stuff to say. In fact i still have Ireland pictures to upload and even more news to share. I've just been really slack and have found myself more occupied than usual. So i'll try my best to regurgitate my thoughts a.s.a.p...
The past couple of days has been H-O-T. I think it reached 33 degrees celcius at one point. I nearly forgot what it was like to be sweating, all. the. time. It's not really humid, it's just uncomfortable when the air is just still. We unfortunately don't even have a fan, as most of the year it's rather cool, so there isn't really a need for a cooling device.
Yes Summer is definitely here.
So anyway, what started as a quiet Saturday immediately became drama.
We woke up relatively early. I called my sister to wish her happy birthday and then J and i decided to take a short stroll to the supermarket to get some croissants so we could bake them in the oven. J wanted a bottle of Sekt- for no apparent reason, just thought it would nice to have a chilled glass whilst taking the opportunity to do absolutely nothing.
It had been awhile since we walked around the neighborhood. J's been super busy with work and has been recovering from yet another cold. Our weekends are usually jam packed with activities that we don't actually have time to just sit back and simply relax.
So everything was going well until i noticed something on the wall.
Pointing to the corner near the window just as i was about to take the sausages out of the fridge, i busted out with, "What's that!?"
A stain that could only be described as a water mark had found itself on our kitchen wall.
"Oh shit, there's a water leak... somewhere."
A quick scan around the kitchen, we noticed there was an even bigger water stain near the doorway. You could even feel the water building up in the back of the wallpaper.
And before i knew it, J was out the door and was running upstairs to ring our neighbors doorbell.
J feared that our neighbor might have left her washing machine on whilst she was out and it broke down. Apparently it's happened to his ex and the cost was somewhere in the thousands. My fear was perhaps our neighbor maybe died.
Not to be morbid or anything but you never know. Having someone murdered in the apartment below in my past, i was quick to jump to the conclusion that our middle-aged neighbor slipped in the bathtub and was now face down and very much dead.
Wouldn't it be just my luck?
So J's next step was to call the fire department. Within minutes two men in uniforms came up the stairs. Their original plan was to climb over our balcony and make their way up and break in from there. They were having trouble breaking into the door. Which was rather comforting as that means our doors are very secure. Their Spiderman stunt was soon called off and they continued with making their way in via our neighbors' front door.
Seriously, it was so drama with all the banging.
It wasn't long before our neighbor below us and the one across come to our flat to investigate. As we feared that the water damage would get worse in time. It was better to be safe than sorry in case there was a broken pipe.
Eventually the firemen got into the neighbors apartment.
Nothing was flooded.
And to my delight nobody was dead.
They then called the police because now our neighbors apartment had no lock. It was their duty to sit outside to make sure that nobody would steal from her. J asked if we could take a photo for my "diary" and the very tall police officer agreed.
All the doors are built to a normal height but looking at how tall the officer was makes me think he must be close to 2 metres tall if not more!
Woooh... I must look like a midget next to him!
The handyman came in to evaluate the damage and it wasn't long that our neighbor confessed that she had bought a new washing machine. After close inspection, they found that the tap was not properly fitted and water had seeped under the laminate. In turn the water found it's way through the cracks and into our kitchen walls. Apparently, they had to break a small hole in our neighbor's wall to dry the area.
Her insurance is paying for any damages and although it wasn't such a huge mess, it was still rather scary to think what could have happened and what bigger costs could have been involved.
We later heard that not too long ago another apartment had the same problem but the damage was quite bad that they had to remove the window and rebuild the wall. Now that would be totally messed up.
...
Everybody was grateful that the day didn't end up in tears or huge costs. I swear yesterday our apartment had seen the most visitors. Not only has four of our neighbors had a peek in our place but so has a fireman, a female police officer and a handyman.
A bottle of Sekt for only 2.29 Euros - what a bargain! A little sweet but still drinkable. What better way to keep the panic/stress at bay than to knock back a few glasses at the start of the afternoon.
The past couple of days has been H-O-T. I think it reached 33 degrees celcius at one point. I nearly forgot what it was like to be sweating, all. the. time. It's not really humid, it's just uncomfortable when the air is just still. We unfortunately don't even have a fan, as most of the year it's rather cool, so there isn't really a need for a cooling device.
Yes Summer is definitely here.
So anyway, what started as a quiet Saturday immediately became drama.
We woke up relatively early. I called my sister to wish her happy birthday and then J and i decided to take a short stroll to the supermarket to get some croissants so we could bake them in the oven. J wanted a bottle of Sekt- for no apparent reason, just thought it would nice to have a chilled glass whilst taking the opportunity to do absolutely nothing.
It had been awhile since we walked around the neighborhood. J's been super busy with work and has been recovering from yet another cold. Our weekends are usually jam packed with activities that we don't actually have time to just sit back and simply relax.
So everything was going well until i noticed something on the wall.
Pointing to the corner near the window just as i was about to take the sausages out of the fridge, i busted out with, "What's that!?"
A stain that could only be described as a water mark had found itself on our kitchen wall.
"Oh shit, there's a water leak... somewhere."
A quick scan around the kitchen, we noticed there was an even bigger water stain near the doorway. You could even feel the water building up in the back of the wallpaper.
And before i knew it, J was out the door and was running upstairs to ring our neighbors doorbell.
J feared that our neighbor might have left her washing machine on whilst she was out and it broke down. Apparently it's happened to his ex and the cost was somewhere in the thousands. My fear was perhaps our neighbor maybe died.
Not to be morbid or anything but you never know. Having someone murdered in the apartment below in my past, i was quick to jump to the conclusion that our middle-aged neighbor slipped in the bathtub and was now face down and very much dead.
Wouldn't it be just my luck?
So J's next step was to call the fire department. Within minutes two men in uniforms came up the stairs. Their original plan was to climb over our balcony and make their way up and break in from there. They were having trouble breaking into the door. Which was rather comforting as that means our doors are very secure. Their Spiderman stunt was soon called off and they continued with making their way in via our neighbors' front door.
Seriously, it was so drama with all the banging.
It wasn't long before our neighbor below us and the one across come to our flat to investigate. As we feared that the water damage would get worse in time. It was better to be safe than sorry in case there was a broken pipe.
Eventually the firemen got into the neighbors apartment.
Nothing was flooded.
And to my delight nobody was dead.
They then called the police because now our neighbors apartment had no lock. It was their duty to sit outside to make sure that nobody would steal from her. J asked if we could take a photo for my "diary" and the very tall police officer agreed.
All the doors are built to a normal height but looking at how tall the officer was makes me think he must be close to 2 metres tall if not more!
Woooh... I must look like a midget next to him!
The handyman came in to evaluate the damage and it wasn't long that our neighbor confessed that she had bought a new washing machine. After close inspection, they found that the tap was not properly fitted and water had seeped under the laminate. In turn the water found it's way through the cracks and into our kitchen walls. Apparently, they had to break a small hole in our neighbor's wall to dry the area.
Her insurance is paying for any damages and although it wasn't such a huge mess, it was still rather scary to think what could have happened and what bigger costs could have been involved.
We later heard that not too long ago another apartment had the same problem but the damage was quite bad that they had to remove the window and rebuild the wall. Now that would be totally messed up.
...
Everybody was grateful that the day didn't end up in tears or huge costs. I swear yesterday our apartment had seen the most visitors. Not only has four of our neighbors had a peek in our place but so has a fireman, a female police officer and a handyman.
A bottle of Sekt for only 2.29 Euros - what a bargain! A little sweet but still drinkable. What better way to keep the panic/stress at bay than to knock back a few glasses at the start of the afternoon.
3 comments:
ahahahaha i was laughing (though in an uncomfortable way) about your wondering if the neighbour was dead! but well done though, little old ladies need more neighbours like you and J!
mlp
ahahha... seriously, if she WAS dead, i'd be sure to take it as a sign that it was time for us to go! Minutes before the firemen broke in, i swear my mind began to wander!
Plus i don't have the luxury of having Eekers Sneakers there to keep me company in case our dead neighbor's spirit found its way trapped in our walls or even Kundalini Yogo to keep me from totally freaking out.
Oh the memories! I'm so grateful that's over.
Every time i hear an ambulance race by, i can't help but think some old person is being rushed to hospital possibly in a body bag.
Ewww.
cheesus! that man is freakishly tall!!
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