I NEED A NEW BOILER

This morning I woke and wondered where the sound of water dripping into water came from.
The hallway was full of steam, the ceiling covered in large drops some falling into a metre long puddle on the tiled floor. I could hear the water bubbling in the boiler, looks like it’s the original, which I switched off immediately half expecting an electric shock when I did so. The wet ceiling and walls I wiped down with an old towel was on the floor and opened doors and windows and thought, ‘I need a new boiler.’