Now, it wasn't as bad as this image from Google implies it to be; it wasn't the toilet itself, rather it was the pipe feeding water into the cistern (so it was fresh water, not poo water, as much as Ben and Li-Kim might disgustedly affirm it was). It was spraying violently all over the place, flooding the back patio and generally wreaking havoc (one more reason to be greatful we have an outhouse!).
I tried closing off the pipe in the toilet while Ben and Carol switched the water off at the mains and Ashley hunted for the emergency rental contact sheet. Eventually she found it, and called the number for the plumber, only for him to tell her she had to call the real estate agent who would in turn call him.
About an hour later we had a very large and very friendly gentleman arrive to ... ahem ... take a look at our pipes. He switched the line to the toilet off and arranged for someone at his office to drop by the next morning and fix it up properly for us.
Everything's fine and dandy now; we have a shiney new pipe connecting the water flow to our toilet and - one of the few positives of renting - we didn't have to pay for it!
But just goes to show you how (almot literally) crappy Thursday night was!
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