Thanks as always to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her own blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ and also for the photo - I wonder if that's her own kitchen? Follow the Bloe Frog trail from her blog to read other takes on the ptompt.
“That tap’s driving me mad,” Julie complained, plonking toast on Andy’s plate and pouring mugs of tea.
“I said I’d fix it after the match,” he growled, “Stop bloody nagging.”
“It’s dripped for weeks,” Julie protested, “But everything has to wait for your precious football.”
Andy’s fist shot out and scalding tea soaked Julie’s sleeve. She rushed to the sink for cold water but the tap came off in her hand, and as the flood spread Andy yelled, “Fetch my tools!”
Julie ran to the door, only pausing to throw the electric toaster into the rapidly growing pool around his feet.