Waterworld. More of it.

Oh, I'm really, really pissed off. No, I mean really, really, really pissed off!!!
It's not that my roof still hasn't been fixed.
It's not even that my landlord deigned to get back to me only today, one full week after I left him a message. (Yeah, well, so he was on holiday - so what?! If he spends his retirement travelling around, being unavailable, then he needs to dispatch someone to look after his properties, check his messages for him... or something. I don't know!)
But it certainly does piss me off that my sink, you know, that sink (I guess I shouldn't have mentioned it the other day - totally jinxed it!!!) has started to leak again. Big time! Thank heavens I was home just now to hear that ill-omened dripping sound... Ooh, how I hate it! That moment when you discern the sound and have to go over there to find out that it is, in fact, not the tap doing its normal dripping, but - of course - the pipe/gasket underneath... Soaking everything. Well, we all remember well how much I love that!
The landlord will come at some stage and take a look at it (woohoo!), and I'm sure in no time at all, it'll all be history. ("No time at all", if precedence counts for anything, being something like three months.)
But I just hate this feeling of something being not right, something that I can't fix. It somehow turns my whole appartement into a discomfort zone... It's hard to describe. The place is so small as it is, and now with two big parts of it being turned into no-go areas...aargh!
I better bring my subconscious up to date though: Surely it should have made that leap from dreaming about rain drenching my piano to dreaming about that bloody sink a) beforehand and b) without my (very conscious) help?!