It was time to go to bed last night, but I needed to go to the loo because if I don’t, my body will nag at me until I do. I went into the main room and could hear the sound of running water, but couldn’t tell where it was coming from until I went into the bathroom to discover that the tap had sprung a leak. The thing has been dripping for almost all the time I’ve ever been here, but this time there was squirting. (Watch me get inappropriate hits for “squirting”.)
Although the sink and the basin have taps to enable the water to them to be shut off, the bath does’t. I guessed that the only way to kill off the water flow was in one of the cupboards outside, but they all appeared to be locked. With nothing particularly useful at my disposal, I shoved a towel underneath the leak to staunch the flow.
By this morning, things were worse, and the leak had gone from a squirt to a stream. I worked out how to write that I needed the water to be turned off in Chinese, and went to the security office at the main gate. The woman there said nothing would happen until 8.00am, but my rather insistent 现在 sent her off to get one of the security guards who opened the cupboard outside where the water mains are, and turned off the flow to my flat.
I went and saw Polly as soon as I could, who phoned the landlord (who was, fortunately, in town). He came round this afternoon and then went to buy a new tap, and will be back this evening with someone to replace the old tap.
But when I went back to school, I thought about what I’d seen this morning. When the security guard had unlocked the door to the water mains, I’d noticed there was a latch. I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but it struck me as a little odd to latch a locked door, and before I got in the lift, I tried the door myself. It wasn’t locked, and possibly hadn’t been locked last night. At least I won’t have to get some security guard to turn the water back on once the tap has been replaced.
I’m not the only one to have plumbing problems. Daniel’s loo had a major blockage problem, and Brendan’s plumbing has also needed repairs this term. (I hasten to add that I am referring to the water bearing infrastructure of the building and none of this is some euphemism about malfunctioning boy parts. [Watch me also get inappropriate hits for “boy parts”.])
I’d also brought AS 2’s tests home and managed to mark my way through just over half of them while I was waiting for my landlord, which was a good use of my time. AS 1&3 have done quite well in the reading test, and AS 2 are doing even ridiculously better. On the other hand, I was brutal with their writing because they deserved it.
There’s not been a lot happening of late. We had another (pointless) monthly test last week, and will have the end of term test in about three weeks from now. The weather has reverted to being clear and cold instead of dull and cold as temperatures slide towards the January-February nadir. The duck ponds have yet to freeze over, but I have no doubt they will shortly.
The headmaster continues to be a miserable sod by not allowing the heating to be turned on in the classrooms. I can’t say why, but being a cynical old bastard, I’m inclined to suspect someone wants a new Series 7 BMW, and heating would prevent him from skimming that little bit extra off the top to get the heated seats, electric windows, and a cup holder.