Right, I need to get this morning out of my system. I went out last night for a few beers and deliberately curtailed my drinking and came home early so I'd be able to get up bright eyed and bushy tailed for the club run. Now, I'm quite new to the area and have only had chance to go out with them once before on a Sunday (although I have a done a couple of chaingangs). In addition I've had a few days off the bike this week due to a pimple on my arse so I was doubly keen to get out. So, the alarm goes off, I get up (check pimple- it's disappeared, brilliant) right, time for breakfast. Into the kitchen. Water every where. There is water dripping through the ceiling (for the 2nd time this week!). The tenant wasn't in. The letting agent hadn't given me an emergency number so I rumaged through the contract and at 830, instead of getting ready for a thoroughly enjoyable ride I was on the door step of the landlord's house getting him to sort out the problem. It turned out there was aproblem with the tap fitting (Iwould guess the guy who lives in the flat had tampered with it to cause the leak). To be fair to the landlord, he had it sorted by 1030. But it still leaves me going out this afternoon on my own rather than having a nice social ride with tea and cake. Harrumph. That, as they say, is all.