Before I forget....
Once, in the dark, angry days of my marriage, myself and the disagreeable midden I was shackled to had one of our frequent falling outs, resulting in me being parked in the spare bed. I was reading a book and stewing over whatever trivial matter had been blown out of all proportion, when I heard a slight *tap*. I didn't think much of it, but then .... *tap*. *tap*. I got out of bed and tried to track down the source...... it seemed to be coming from the middle of the room. A little freaked out, I nonetheless began tryin to communicate. I tapped once, very gently, on the floor. I received a disembodied *tap* in reply. I tapped twice.... two taps answered. I was now UTTERLY convinced that I was communicating with the "other side" and sat there, gently tapping the floor for a good two minutes. It was then that I looked up and saw the horrifying source of the strange sounds!

There, on the ceiling, was a large damp patch. A pipe in the loft had started leaking and water was dripping onto the ceiling with a gentle *tap*. I felt a proper mong, but the tale at least assuaged my newly roused wife's rage at her ruined ceiling.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 21:09, Reply)