We had an "Oh my God" moment last night and it wasn't a good one. I was walking through the dining room towards the kitchen and I heard water- like a heavy rain sound in the house- not good.
I got to the hallway and saw water pouring out of the spaces between the trim over the bathroom door. Our tenants toilet had backed up and overflowed. Steve ran right upstairs and turned off the water. Then out came the mop and bucket and towels.
Fortunately, I was too tired to get upset and besides what can you do other than clean it up and call a plumber and pray the water came straight through and didn't damage the ceiling too much? Sigh.
Of course when you have tenants like ours, the first thing you think is "what did they put down the toilet?" or "How long has thier toilet been acting up and they didn't tell us?"
Steve plunged it last night and it was okay, but we got a call from Thadeus today saying it was filling up with water again- it's clogged. We called a plumber because we don't have a good snake for this job.
I feel kind of depressed about this happening, so I'm watching Turner Classic Movies today and not working. The plumber just came and he's up there now.