My brain is having an internal meltdown. Consciously, it doesn't want a cigarette. Unconscious brain disagrees.
Got out of a nice relaxing bath at 8. Went downstairs to grab a can of Pepsi. Didn't have the lights on because I don't normally but I realised I could smell something I shouldn't be able to and flicked on the kitchen light. Yup. Bathwater all over the kitchen. Seems to be three points of flooding - two in the kitchen, one outside.
I halfheartedly mopped it up, swore a lot, dumped my gross wet jeans in the middle of the living room floor and on autopilot managed to give the goblins a bag of parsley. Yegads.