They violated the showers
And ruined one of my favourite thinking spots (sob, nag). Yes, they were leaky and needed refurbishment, however, the way it was done very much reflects a British idiosyncrasy: «If something is broken, don't try to fix it and chuck a new layer on top». According to one of our maintenance guys here in my halls, the water was leaking into the wall and down into the ceiling. I always thought that those brown water marks on the walls were a crucial part of English design and architecture - how much was I mistaken. Following their motto, the builders just glued another layer of plasterboard onto the leaky surface and laid new tiles on top, making the shower cubicles even narrower .
So far, nothing bad happened, but then they reduced the water pressure. Before the showers were strong and had power (!) , now I feels more like someone peeing on my back. Well, at least the water is still hot, so what am I complaining about? Yet, I'm still a naggin' Austrian with the right to do so.
 Dropped soap stays on the floor until you leave the shower.
 Try to imagine Tim Allen grunting.
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