Cat-astrophes

You know when you have those 'feelings' that something isn't quite right? Well, I had one of those 'feelings' yesterday when I was out getting a hair cut. My stomach started getting butterflies...then there was that sinking feeling as I remembered my washing.

I had left the machine on as I left...which I do often...though this time I was getting butterflies.

As my head was getting massaged during the whole shampoo-ing process all I could think of was my washing...and a puddle. I could visualise water all over the floor.

The hair-dresser made friendly chit-chat...how's work? What have you been doing with your holidays? etc etc....all I could think of was water trickling onto the floor and into the laundry cupboard, saturating the washing powder inside for the 7th time.

I met up with a friend for lunch afterwards...again...washing washing washing washing....

I went home and straight to the laundry...I got to the kitchen, and fair enough - a puddle.

Gut-feeling is correct once again. Sighing, and rather calmly I set down the shopping, arranged my newest lillies in a vase and decided to make a trip to the bathroom before mopping up the laundry/kitchen floor.

I kicked off my shoes, walked into the loungeroom and....squelch.

I froze.

My eyes fell to the floor to see my feet sitting cozily in about a centimetre of water. Oh no...my toes felt around to see how far the water reached...I moved the couch...more water...I moved the corner chair...more water...Oh no....I moved the other couch... more water!! In fact, water covered a quarter of my oversized loungeroom floor.

Immediately I grabbed a towel and threw it on the floor...and immediately picked it up again when my beautiful white towel started to soak up ugly brown water!! Stoopid rental apartment carpet...of course I had nothing else to mop up the mess with except a hand towel and a tea towel. So I set to it with a bucket, and this is how Mr Man found me - standing in a puddle with my jeans rolled up to my knees wringing coffee-brown water into a bucket.

So now it is 24 hours since the whole ordeal. The floor is still damp, but at least no longer provides a habitat for duckies and what-not...I have every window open and the house stinks. I have burnt so much insense I now have an urge to sit cross legged and say 'Ohm'. In fact the smell is so bad my teenage brother (might I remind you what the potencey of the smells of a teenage boy potentially could be) said "Do me a favour and don't invite me over - next time you're visiting us".

How depressing.

Amusing...but depressing...

xxx