It's raining on my house and none of the others

I was thinking about painting the flat. I have been cleaning in preparation. Marching around the place like a Sargent Major deeming everything to be too old, worn out, ugly etc.  I noticed how ancient and yellow the extractor fan looked and thought that I will need to get it replaced at some point. A few hours later water was gushing through it, both unusual and alarming what with it being electric and everything. The upstairs morons neighbours had somehow let their washing machine leak out into a hole that was not a bonefide drain.  I will check the fire alarm is working before I go to bed in case my powerful hate vibes destroy anything else.