Our own little pond

We've had the un-delightful experience of having our own flood.

(So to speak.)

Not destroying the city (again), but taking place in our very own kitchen!

Yesterday morning we noticed a small amount of water on the kitchen floor. Enough to say, maybe an ice cube melted. But really it was too much for that.

By the time I got home from work yesterday, he was already at it -- frig pulled out from the wall, tools out, grumbles & moans inserted here & there. But he thinks he took care of it.

The next morning (aka today), not only was there the small stream running away from the frig, but a tiny pool, or pond on the far side of the table.

He turned the cold water off & said "I think that will stop it."

Tonight when I returned home, I entered through the garage, as always, walked up the basement steps, only to find drips. Drips I say, coming from the kitchen!

They were trickling down the hole for the radiator pipe.

I walk upstairs...

The pond has turned into an ocean.

:( boo hoo

I went outside to forewarn his entrance. "It's dripping into the basement."

(Only one of us needed to be surprised.)

I mopped up 1 1/2 bucketfuls of water; soaked up a half dozen towels; and who knows how much ran into the basement. (Fortunately the drain works there!)

As I'm doing this I manage to stay rather cheerful. (I don't quite know how!)

..."The floor will get good a clean!"...

... "What's a traditional meal for a flood? It must have 'soggy' in the title."...

At least we didn't get around to putting in a new floor yet!

At this point it really does seem to have stopped.

But really, only time will tell.