London Is Falling Down…

It’s not often an idea for a blog post literally falls from the heavens but last week it certainly did for me. You see, there is no easy way to say this, or less shocking because it is there; clear as day, plain as milk, as obvious as the largest elephant in the room.

My ceiling fell down. 

Yes, my bedroom ceiling finally collapsed after being soaked with water, smashed with rain drops, saturated with British weather. I say finally because it was an ongoing situation which we of course had our concerns about, hence the repeated angry calls to the housing association who appeared to be utterly oblivious to the fact our roof was in urgent need of repair. If I was to go into detail regarding how lackadaisical they were, you’d be utterly shocked and may perhaps even instigate some sort of protest at their head office. Well I am hoping you lovely people would have if I had, say, been killed by the falling debris. 

Yes, my brother and I were sleeping when at 5 am, I awoke to the sound of a shower in my room, then, a deep rumble like thunder before a great roar as a large portion of the ceiling came crashing down, soaking my lovely carpet and destroying my amazing mattress whilst my bed frame looked like it had been dragged through a wet jungle. Such was the dirt it was covered in. As for us, luckily we were saved as the majority of the heavy debris fell away from us and there weren’t subsequent falls after the initial one which meant we were able to escape out of the room safely.

Water continued to fall which meant it was time for an early morning pot party as we hurriedly searched for more pots to place under the now gaping hole in the ceiling. Suffice to say that I am now homeless in my own home. Camping out in the living room can be fun when it comes to weekend nights and you can stay up late playing on the Play Station but it is no fun at all when you have nowhere to study in peace or just relax. As you may tell, I really do like my room.

So what does the future hold? Well, that is up to the housing association and when they decide to get their..ahm ahm I shall not continue for the sanctity and purity of this blog is at stake! 😉 In the meantime it is more roomless days for me.

Oh, and here is a picture of my lovely ceiling: 

I have no idea why there is what appears to be cellotape hanging down. Perhaps that is what was holding everything together huh?

Until Next Time

A Worried Student