More aquatic adventures for Jean and me this morning but not the fun kind. We woke around 4am to a very soft, very persistent knocking. "That's not our door is it?" Jean asked. I got up and stuck my head out of our bedroom door. "Yeah, I think it is." I rustled around in my drawer for a t-shirt and padded out into the living room. The air was balmy and the windows had fogged up. "Just a moment," I said as I wrestled on my shirt. Opening the front door I was met by a gangly young man with long blonde hair. The man spoke with a Nordic accent. He apologized for the early call. "I felt a drip-drip-drip." he said, "Is the leak coming from your apartment or the one above." Flipping on the overhead light I turned around to see a dark stain advancing across the carpet. "I think it's coming from ours." Squishing around the corner to the kitchen I sloshed into the a sea of tepid water that covered the kitchen floor. His...