We stopped the drip, lanced the bulge and called the plumber. This morning I spotted a slow drip from the stopcock, too, now bucketed safely until it can be dealt with. Water where it shouldn't be and dampness, the scourge of British houses. The plumber was jaunty, as he re-set the toilet to safer levels. "I had a house that was flooded properly, it took three years to fully dry out!" I was feeling sick and tired after a weird food nausea incident earlier and was glad to get to bed. I'm feeling very odd at the moment.
Today, the new sink, and maybe even some of the (new, blue) floor.