Fortunately, I'm not a boat, so I'm wasn't immediately worried. Still, to be on the safe side, I called a plumber to come and take a look.
The doorbell rung, and I duly opened it. The plumber stood outside. Well, I assumed he was a plumber: He had tool-belt anyway, and a small moustache. He looked up as I opened the door:
"Good morning madam," He began. "I hear your pipes need looking at..."
I sighed, and let the plumber in.
"The leak's in my bedroom," I began unthinkingly. "Can you try and fix it?"
"The bedroom? Yea, I'll see what I can do. Just show me your leak, and I'll see if I've got the tools for the job."
I showed the plumber into my room, and wandered off to make some coffee. I returned, about 5 minutes later, to find the plumber sprawled naked on my bed. I looked at him in shock for a few moments, and he began to look sheepish. From my walls came the rush of water, and like a badly-formed sexual metaphor, the pipes broke, spurting water into the room. After a few minutes, I snorkeled the plumber and left him to work.
In fact, it turns out he has no actual plumbing qualifications. As such, he drowned after a few minutes. Fortunately, I opened a window and the water flowed out, taking the dead plumber with it.
What I should have done was get something fire-spewing to evaporate the water.
Do you get fire-spewing plumbers? I'd like to think so, there's certainly a market for them...
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