I thought I'd already posted about this but apparently not... anyway last year the 20th of Dec I was sleeping in (it was a sunday so it was justified >_> ) around 9.30am I started hearing some cracking sounds they were quiet but started getting louder. I rolled over and saw a spilt down the centre of my ceiling, I instantly jumped out of bed and run for the door, I got out and the cracked continued until......... as I was watching from the door way it began to give way and fall down.. I squealed and run away in confusion. I felt like my world was falling apart, very surreal, not the best way to wake up on a sunday morning.
I called an emergency number but their was little they could do except look at it and fish out a few things I needed out of my room for me.
I stayed at my parents for about a week and a half before coming up with an idea of moving my bed into the meals area where my computer is *evil*.
After a few days a cleaning crew came to remove the pieces of ceiling and insulation that covered everything. I managed to clean and get everything sorted. The only thing I lost was a pair of shoes which I replaced easy enough :S
It's February and I'm still in the meals area, everything is fixed except it just needs painting which will no doubt be done next week ....hopefully.
