It was the tiniest hole, made by the rubbing of a water pipe from the back of the washing machine against the chipboard circle it feeds through. Is it anyone’s fault? Possibly. So much damage, not just in this flat but several below. I am sorry for us and for them. The machines blast away trying to dry it all out. They stole my sleep and my equanimity. I need to be steady now. Calm down, work and get my body out of its flight mode. All will be well. One day I will see it as a gift.
