Water, water everywhere
The time - 11pm.
The place - Rented house, just picked Hubby up from pub.
Phone rings. Eldest daughter, 'have you picked Dad up from the pub?' ( Her other half is in Ireland on a stag do.)
Yes. Why?
I heard a noise in the bathroom, took the panel off the bath, and one of the pipes is spurting.
Okay, we're on our way.
10 minutes later sees Hubby lying on the bathroom floor, fiddling with the pipe. Couldn't turn off the mains supply 'cos a plumber did a bodge job and left the stop-cock wheel off. Suddenly there is the sound of water rushing, yes, he had broken the connection. In true midwife style I demanded towels, threw them all over the bathroom floor and then ran to her next door neighbour (he's a plumber).
5 minutes later it's all under control, leaking pipe fixed.
1 hour later all the water has been sponged-up.
Home at 1.30pm, so much for an early night.
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(5.8.05 13:25) 1.30 am, perhaps? Or I misunderstood the whole thing? |
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(7.8.05 05:55) hate days /nights like that, but it keeps life interesting no? |
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(7.8.05 11:51) That's what you get for doing plumbing after a trip to the pub. |
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(8.8.05 11:06) MJ - You're right, AM! |