I’d just switched off my bedroom light for the night when I heard the sound of dripping water. Plip, plop, plip, plop ... It’s strange how a simple sound like that can irritate you after a while. I tried to ignore it, but the conscious act of ignoring it only made me all the more aware of the constant plipping and plopping.
Then it occurred to me that it hadn’t been raining that day. I switched on the light and was confronted by the sight of a small puddle of water on the parquet floor directly below the air conditioner.
