Sunday, February 13
Is that a hole in your ceiling or are you just happy to see me?
Suffice it to say, the pipe died. What I found most amusing about having a plumber poke holes in my ceiling on a Sunday afternoon was the discovery that our bathroom ceiling had been dropped to accommodate my upstairs neighbors' pipes and that the old wallpaper was really, really ugly.
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