Sounds like it could be an Agatha Christie novel, but the two books that it mangles together are Taken at the Flood and After the Funeral.

Anyway, last night after we bathed the kids Ruth went downstairs to start getting Tehilla ready for bed. As she got to the bottom of the stairs she slipped and nearly fell over. Somehow, (and from somewhere that we didn’t yet know) the floor was covered in water.

We quickly cleaned up the water, but there was an awful lot of it (we reckoned at least 10 litres if not more). But we couldn’t find out where it had come from. We thought that something had overflowed when we emptied the bath, but there seemed to be no sign of a source for the water.

We went to bed and when we got up this morning everything was still dry.

At one point, Ruth flushed the toilet and noticed a whole bunch of water on the floor again. It seemed as though the exit pipe from the toilet was overflowing. We called the plumber who was round within an hour. He got his jiggly pipe (I’m sure there’s a technical term for it, but it really is a pipe that jiggles) and cleared whatever the blockage happened to be. He then told us off for putting baby wipes down the toilet as that was what caused the blockage. Oops.

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