Thursday, 6 November 2008

Wet Feet!

Well, weve been having a busy time of it lately.

On Wednesday evening my nice (single, male, quiet) neighbour from downstairs came and said water was running into his kitchen, I rushed and checked my kitchen sink that I suspected was leaking, and there was a tiny bit of water in the cupboard, so I said I’d get an emergency plumber out, which I did and he replaced part of the sink drain. All sorted out, no problem.
Then last night after traipsing round B&Q and Tesco with my mother, (don't you just love these 24 hour supermarkets? it means you can do a whole days work and then spend your free time trochling round the shops...) I eventually got home at 8 o’clock, opened the door and nearly fell over the same plumber!

It wasn’t the sink.


In the afternoon my neighbour had noticed water running down his walls and called the plumber out, my DH was fast asleep, and they had to rouse him to do something about it! As you can imagine, that and the fact that I had come and taken the car away without even saying hello didn’t put him in the best of moods! Anyway the plumber was fiddling away
with the hot water tank and shaking it to find where the water was coming from… eventually he decided it was corroded and needed replaced. He disconnected it, and drained it and at 10pm went off home.

So now we’ve no hot water at all. Luckily he connected the bathroom up to the mains supply, so we can use the loo and sink, (and the bath if we feel masochistic) but because the mains water is so powerful, whenever you switch on the tap, the water goes everywhere, and when you flush the loo the noise!!! It sounds like the damn thing’s going to explode!
I don’t know how I can face my neighbour again, I’m mortified. It has always been my nightmare that I would flood out the flat downstairs, but I had always expected that it would be me in the bath going through the floor! Which, on reflection, would be rather more embarrassing!


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