I am almost too tired to write. Last night a monsoon rain hit our compound flooding all of the backyards on my street. During the storm Thing 1 drained her bathtub, on the ground floor, and a geyser erupted in her bathroom, the flow from the drain spilling out of the bathroom onto her bedroom floor. Apparently, this happened on a smaller scale earlier in the day, before the rain came and after she flushed the toilet.
This morning a small parade of people has been through my house, someone to paint over last week’s water stains from the leak, someone to rehang the curtains, the new maid, the person to fix the washing machine, the person to check the humidity, the cleaners to clean the flooded bathroom and bedroom, the guards to move the furniture.
Of course, the “engineers” say, there is no problem. “It’s just the rain.” I have heard this excuse before, having lived in Brazil and Mexico.
“It’s the drain,” I say, “the problem happened before the rain. It must be plugged up. I cannot have this happen everytime it rains. My daughter lives in this room.” Who do you think is going to win this one? Me. I am digging in my heels. While they are at it, they’re going to fix a few other things too.