I was happily surfing the net when I heard the sound of water running. At first I thought it was the neighbour’s flushing reverberating in the PVC pipelines. So I ignored it. Then after a while I decided it was not right, so I went to investigate and when I neared the kitchen I found my feet submerged in water. I went into the kitchen, waded through inch-deep water and found that a freshwater pipe burst under the sink. Great.
So there was the big hoo-hah of getting my uncle (who lives next door) to come and help figure out where the mains are, and then we started to clean up. I think we just swept away the amount of water amounting to what, Nevada’s annual rainfall or something.
Whose fault? Unscrupulous plumbers who install low-grade pipes. And the HDB allowing the lowest price contractor bidder who build houses in a stupid manner whereby the kitchen floor is higher than the living room, in turn facilitating the water running into the living room. And lousy tile-layers. Who laid our floor tiles in a way it tilted the floor towards one stupid corning of the living room that’s blocked by the sofas and cabinets, making cleaning up infinitely harder. BAH.
The aftermath was bad. See, now there’s this shortage of rice everywhere, and the rice in my house happened to be stored in a box under the kitchen sink. So now all our rice is soaked, ready to be cooked. All 2+ kg of it. Fortunately my flour isn’t stored there, or else I’d have to start baking in the middle of the night.
But looking on the bright side, it’s fortunate that my living room is not laid with parquet, plywood, carpet or marble. If not, the damage would be far greater than a couple kilos of soaked rice and inconvenience.
