Plumbing
December 16th 2008 07:57
As if I wasn't having enough fun with plumbing at the moment, via my catheter, last night we had fun of a different kind of leakage.
I was just about to go to bed, about 10.30, and became aware of a dripping noise. Ominous. It was a noise I've heard before, and last time I heard it, it was coming from inside the hot water cupboard. And last time the dripping wetted my son's boxes of stories and cartoons that he'd carefully stored in the cupboard to keep them safe. He and his friends spent days drying each page in front of a heater. (He doesn't throw anything away!)
Yup, the dripping was going on inside the hot water cupboard again, and it wasn't just one drip, but several. It looked as though it had been going on for some time, although I hadn't heard anything during the course of the evening. Nothing for it but to get the plumber in - at after hours rates. He arrived about half an hour later and was a cheery bloke, careful to take his boots off at the door, and cautious about doing any damage while carrying the ladder around. He knew what he was up to, and gave us the worse case scenario in case that's what he'd have to wind up doing. That is, digging through the wall upstairs and getting at the pipes behind.
Fortunately, it turned out that some judicious sorting out of the joints seems to have done the trick, though he had to come back today to do that, after letting things dry off a bit overnight. We finally got to bed about 12.30.
Now the house smells of damp - and I smell of damp too. Everything I touch in my 'office' smells, because that's where the hot water cupboard is. So I'm writing this on the laptop in another room, while a heater and a dehumidifier do their work.
I was just about to go to bed, about 10.30, and became aware of a dripping noise. Ominous. It was a noise I've heard before, and last time I heard it, it was coming from inside the hot water cupboard. And last time the dripping wetted my son's boxes of stories and cartoons that he'd carefully stored in the cupboard to keep them safe. He and his friends spent days drying each page in front of a heater. (He doesn't throw anything away!)
Yup, the dripping was going on inside the hot water cupboard again, and it wasn't just one drip, but several. It looked as though it had been going on for some time, although I hadn't heard anything during the course of the evening. Nothing for it but to get the plumber in - at after hours rates. He arrived about half an hour later and was a cheery bloke, careful to take his boots off at the door, and cautious about doing any damage while carrying the ladder around. He knew what he was up to, and gave us the worse case scenario in case that's what he'd have to wind up doing. That is, digging through the wall upstairs and getting at the pipes behind.
Fortunately, it turned out that some judicious sorting out of the joints seems to have done the trick, though he had to come back today to do that, after letting things dry off a bit overnight. We finally got to bed about 12.30.
Now the house smells of damp - and I smell of damp too. Everything I touch in my 'office' smells, because that's where the hot water cupboard is. So I'm writing this on the laptop in another room, while a heater and a dehumidifier do their work.
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