Best Epilator For Legs

"Disaster at home or pokemon attack? Jango Edwards to the rescue

I was last night, all industrious, preparing a ham and cheese crepes and stacking them on a plate over a pan of boiling water and covered with paper Albal (trick to keep warm while making the whole batch of pancakes) when suddenly I hear a

noise CHOOOOFFFFF

a jet of water falls from the ceiling of the lavatory.

This seems very nice, right?

But I did not see the beauty of the waterfalls of South America, but rather like a water gun attack some Pokémon furious.

Totodile Water gun launching an attack

try off the water, but do not get to the cock well enough to rotate. I see that, rather than water pistol, and an attack is Hydro

Squirtle learns Hydro

I run to get the stool and

POF!

I run out of electricity. Logical, given that enough water was falling through the cracks of the ceiling applies. The false ceiling where the hot water boiler and wc cistena. But as she caught me trying to catch the sudden blackout the stool of hiding under the table and suddenly I see nothing but fall off a lot of things that should be on top, I start to cry to release adrenaline, a little, to awaken Hugo and me a hand. Illuminated by phone, for example, because every second is precious to cut the water and not come to soak and fall to my neighbor. But in those few seconds while I imagine Pikachu and finishing using Impactrueno fucking night.
Impactrueno

Pikachu using

All this would, at most, 40 to 90 seconds. You know that in cases like time stops and you run around the house in a parallel reality.
Or something.
within minutes - minute and a half had already stool in hand, cut the water, a towel on the floor of the water absorbing part of the park and Hugo awake, freaking out because I knew what was happening and I ran through the house screaming dark. While
Hugo wiped the floor with the mop and I with the towel, called V, the guy I made the reform and with whom I have tried dozens of times to be had just four things and you review the boiler, the trickle of water falling from time to time and came to look over and say that would change a piece.
Ja! Luckily
answered the phone at once (it was eleven in the evening peak, often at that time is working without coverage ...) but was out of Barcelona and tried to reassure me, saying that the water cut (hecho!) and in 30 minutes to give birth again (I did not trust, did not try and this I could not test tomorrow.) To come this morning as I could (not done!). That quiet ... I left
Hugo still collecting water with the mop and went to the neighbor, to tell what had happened if he had heard screams, and where he had dropped the water if he saw any wet spot on your roof, you should not because I picked it up immediately.
I went home, got the candles, lit them and went looking for puddles scattered that it still had dried.
And when we all more or less dry, the night trying to save as much as possible.

We ate all 4 crepes with ham and cheese and two with nothing to put them jam, which had been done. The dough will have to pull, because it was out of the fridge last night (just yesterday I filled the fridge and big tupper where he could no longer be mass did not want to open the refrigerator much to not spoil the meat ...)
seemed to have been there a Gardevoir . That is, of course, the Pokemon with Hugo I always identified.

Dance Cura (Heal a friend dancing), the abrogation of the powers of the enemy

and imitation of their tactics for empathy ... Do you remember someone?