I can’t sleep. There’s this high-pitched squealing noise. The kitchen tap won’t turn off, so it’s gushing water and making a squealing noise. I’m feeling guilty about the wasted water, worrying about our kitchen getting flooded, and I have a splitting headache. I wish I’d done Intro to Plumbing 101. I wish I could easily contact my uncle (he lives around here, somewhere, in a garage, with no phone, but he’s really good at fixing things when he does turn up). I wish there was a 24 hour emergency plumber. I wish I could find my lease agreement so I could find out whether I could get the money back for a plumber. I wish I had a stash of emergency earplugs… I wish… I wish… I wish I could sleep.
*Update - Saturday Morning*
The plumber just did something to the tap, and suddenly we had the Niagara falls in our kitchen, and the plumber (soaking wet) yelled oh shit and ran out of the house.
(I hope he just went to turn the mains off).