Today's lyric:
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"I don't wanna say goodbye, baby
but look at the tears you made me cry
every way that's nice you show
you've got a heart that's made of ice
and I know."
Free: "Fire and Water"
From the album: "Fire and Water"
And, in fact, for life. Plumbing, that is.
Resolving to fix a long-overflowing header tank, I rerasonably presumed that even though only a replacement of the washer was required, in my experience I'd never get it back together again, so would fit a complete new valve unit.
Except that the old one would not quite come off. And would not quite go back again. Even after five hours of coaxing. And just a little sweary.
So with no isolation tap to control the mains-fed pipe, it meant shutting the whole house down after filling buckets with fresh water for the loos etc.
Number One Daughter woke us up at godawfultime to announce she could hear dripping?
Snotpozzibl I declared. But someone who sleeps not 2" away from me hadn't quite shut down the mains tap completely tightly, so a gentle weeping had filled the rafters and was now providing an equally gentle curtain of rainfall.
The plumber is calling this afternoon.
Labels: Leakage, plumbage
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:33 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
