As Marie sat working last night, a big drop of water landed on her head. She looked up and found the ceiling wet and forming huge drops just above her desk. There was a similar patch over the bed and another just in front of the door.
Our first thought was that the monsoon rain had breached the roof and was collecting above us, but then we remembered that the attic flat above us was a different orientation and may have a bathroom tucked into that corner. I ran up and rang their bell, but no one answered. Not having skylights, they get their natural light from a window onto the stairwell and I looked in there. The curtains were gone, as was all the furniture inside. We’d seen them moving out in the morning. And I could hear a tap running inside.
The landlord, our massive doctor Pumpkin puffed his way four flights of stairs with his key and reported back to us that the departing tenants had left 2 taps fully open. He says that we’d had another water outage in the morning, but we hadn’t noticed. I wonder if Bhutanes could be so vindictive as to use it as a way of complaining to their ex-landlord.