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Talk of grossed-out.
Yuck.
Yuckity-yuckity-YUCK!
Turns out that people moving into the flat above mine is a mixed blessing at best, or rather, that the only positive effect will be the one that a properly heated flat is going to have on my own heating costs.
BUT: there's something wrong with the toilet drain in the guest bathroom, which is situated exactly above my guest bathroom (which is lucky, in a way, because at least it isn't above my bedroom). Said wrongness results in leakage, on the colour and smell of which I probably don't need to elaborate any further. The ceiling isn't plaster, but one of those detachable thingies consisting of plastic planks with wires etc. running under, or in this case rather above, it. The leakage comes through in two places, one of which is, to my unspeakable pleasure, the fixture of the ceiling light.
So I did the only thing I could do this morning, i.e. I put a big towel on the floor, half-opened the window, and closed the door.
I've aready informed Goran the Lovely Landlord, and I fervently hope that somehing can and will be done today, or tomorrow at the latest. The thing is, I really, really don't want to use that bathroom or even enter it, but the washing machine is in there, and besides that's the bathroom I use for showering during the cold season, because the master bathroom gets too cold.
The slight twinge of pity for the upstairs dwellers, in whose bathroom I suppose some tiles will have to be removed, has already been crushed by the weight of combined annoyance and YUCK.
Yuck.
Yuckity-yuckity-YUCK!
Turns out that people moving into the flat above mine is a mixed blessing at best, or rather, that the only positive effect will be the one that a properly heated flat is going to have on my own heating costs.
BUT: there's something wrong with the toilet drain in the guest bathroom, which is situated exactly above my guest bathroom (which is lucky, in a way, because at least it isn't above my bedroom). Said wrongness results in leakage, on the colour and smell of which I probably don't need to elaborate any further. The ceiling isn't plaster, but one of those detachable thingies consisting of plastic planks with wires etc. running under, or in this case rather above, it. The leakage comes through in two places, one of which is, to my unspeakable pleasure, the fixture of the ceiling light.
So I did the only thing I could do this morning, i.e. I put a big towel on the floor, half-opened the window, and closed the door.
I've aready informed Goran the Lovely Landlord, and I fervently hope that somehing can and will be done today, or tomorrow at the latest. The thing is, I really, really don't want to use that bathroom or even enter it, but the washing machine is in there, and besides that's the bathroom I use for showering during the cold season, because the master bathroom gets too cold.
The slight twinge of pity for the upstairs dwellers, in whose bathroom I suppose some tiles will have to be removed, has already been crushed by the weight of combined annoyance and YUCK.
