What to say about this day.. or rather, about yesterday.
It was 6:20 pm and I got a call from a rather stressed Ida saying: "you guys need to go home immidiately!" My first thought: "oh my gosh, there's a fire" and I even managed to scan our living room in my head looking for sources where the fire could've started before Ida said "our basement is flooded". Ba-dum. Flooded, yay. There's -18 celsius outside and our basement is flooded.
We got ourselves home and entered the basement to see our ground floor neighbors shoveling water like heroes. 80 liter of ice cold water and all we could do was curse our washing machine and scoop it up in buckets.
After we finished and the building heater and whatever machine we needed was there to dry the place we dumped ourselves in our two chairs, brought out the chips, chocolate, cake, pepsi max (for Ida and Linda), beer (for mich) and watched the rest of the film from last night. And to finish the night off in style I jolted my full glass and flooded the living room floor with beer. :P Ta-da!
I'm thankful that I've chosen to pass all my troubles on to God and let Him deal with things, makes all unexpected things so much easier to handle, and the outcome way better than what I could've done myself. :)