Inside Flood

Some friends were due to come over for a movie night and so I was running about trying to make the house look tidier and clean up before they arrived. I set the Roomba off downstairs and was soaking some dishes in the sink when my mobile rang. I answered but could hardly hear a word, so shut myself in another room to take the call. Minutes passed and by the time I emerged, there were a couple of inches of water covering the kitchen floor. Argh! I had left the tap running.

The Roomba was stranded roller deep, so I scooped it up and put on the radiator to dry off - not sure that is recommended in the manual. I grabbed some old dog towels and threw them about to soak up the access spillage, when the doorbell rang. I let in my guests, who hardly battered an eyelid when they saw the chaos in front of them. Cathy offered to mop up but I said not to worry, as it would most probably evaporate overnight or while we watched the film - she looked dubious. I wrung out my socks and slipped on my flipflops, advising anyone entering the kitchen to do so carefully and to aim for the dry spots. We all managed to enjoy watching the movie* with a hot dog in one hand and a beer or glass of prosecco in the other, with relatively dry feet.

*I say 'enjoy' but I had hardly a clue what was going on during the latest Bond. I wonder how 007 would have coped with my inside flood situation - probably, coolly dabbing up the mess using a new fangled gadget by Q, whilst sipping a martini; shaken, not stirred.