At around 4am this morning C came running into the bedroom yelling (as much as one can do when you hardly have a voice). At first I thought the house must have been on fire but no, it was a massive water leak. The line to the dishwasher that ran under the kitchen sink had broke and steaming hot water was escaping into the cabinet under the kitchen sink and spreading all over the floor.

Luckily C had been up getting medication when it happened or I dread to think what the house would have looked like by morning (and did I mention that we keep the computer in the basement directly under the kitchen! Yikes, we're moving that!).