Being jealous of friend Cactus’ ‘water feature’ I decided we would have one of our own.
The tap in the kitchen has been playing up for a couple of months. It’s a mixer tap and the cold handle eventually broke off completely. Yesterday the plumber arrived to make good.
I made him some coffee, hub took him to all the places necessary to switch off all the water, and off we went to our respective tasks. After a while I heard some grunting and snorting but as my study is upstairs and I was absorbed in something I didn’t take too much notice.
Hub however went through to the kitchen to see what was going on – to discover the plumber had cut through the pipe under the sink – and the cold water POURED out at full pressure. None of us had realised that the kitchen supply comes from a second source, different from the rest of the house!
We’re not sure how the plumber managed it, but he did – he got the new pipe on without turning off the water, struggling against the full pressure – so successfully that instead of the downstairs being flooded with gallons of the stuff, there was just a little bit of mopping up afterwards!
Never, he said, in 25 years of work, had that ever happened to him before. We’ll all know next time Meanwhile, I have a much nicer mixer tap!
Later that day, Hub (sartorially sparkling ) went off to the local police force. We work with the police quite a lot, one way and another, and they are a great bunch who are always helpful. So they have now asked him officially to become their (voluntary) chaplain, and it has put a sparkle in his eye! I think he’ll have a great time, going out on the beat with them
and just being around to offer a bit of support when requested. It will only be a couple of hours a week but it’s something he really wants to do. Being in the police is apparently one of the most stressful jobs around.
Never a dull moment.