Ellen looked around, dismayed. The water squeezed into her plimsolls and she winced as it squelched between her toes. The water was cascading down the stairs of its own free will and once over the shock of finding her home submerged she leapt into action, taking the stairs two at a time and bursting into the bathroom. The bath was full to the top, spilling over across the floor, under the door, on to the landing and down the stairs. She grabbed the tap and shut it off firmly. Ben’s bedroom door opened and he met her hard gaze.
‘But I turned it off, honestly!’