And then Rob said, 'I can feel a spray! Where's it coming from?' I, being a plumbing novice whose role in this drama was Chief Turner On and Off of the Stopcock and Breaker of the Fall of Plasterboard, had no idea of what he spake, as I could see nothing.
'Put your hand there!' said Rob. So I did. And I, too, could feel the spray. And we traced the spray back to the tiny teeniesy of a pin prick of a hole in the end of a piece of very old copper piping.
'It's probably being doing that for a while,' said Rob. And hence a build up of water which the ceiling could no longer support and flollop, down came the ceiling.
Firstly, I have to say I am relieved that the bathroom is sound. Pulling apart a bathroom only recently installed was not high on my current list of priorities. Secondly, that the whole malarkey happened whilst we were in the house and could deal with it immediately. Thirdly, that Rob was so good at coming out immediately because he happened to be working at a job in Market Drayton.
In the grand scheme of the world, it is only a little thing.