In the wee hours of this morning when I went to the water closet to do my business, I got wet. Thinking, "How strange. We don't have a bidet", I realized in my non-wakeful state that the water was coming from the wrong direction. It was coming down my back . . .
I woke up the wonderful husband, said, "Water is dripping from our ceiling fan into our toilet. I just got wet." and went back to bed. Wonder husband got dressed, checked out the ceiling vent, climbing into the attic to make sure that was the only place leaking and then climbed up on the roof and put a tarp over the leaking area thereby stopping the drips.
Naturally, we can't get a hold of our roofer, the rain is continuing, but our bidet is fixed.
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