Our new loo is leaking!
For those of a sensitive nature, let me make it perfectly clear. When I say loo, I mean the loo cistern. Nothing more unpleasant.
Water is running down the back, between the cistern and the wall, and soaking into our brand new timber floor.
I phone Dave with the bad news and he seems perplexed. It must, he suggests, be condensation. A good rub down with a towel, and a few windows flung open, will solve the problem pronto. It’s something to do with the time of the year.
I do as he says but, three hours later, the puddle is bigger than ever.
I phone him again and leave a message on his answerphone. He doesn’t get back to me. Possibly he has left the country. Nothing would surprise me. His name is probably not even Dave.
Mrs C has placed a small container in situ and lots of paper towels to soak up the flow.
And just when we thought the worst was behind us…
Thought for the Day
‘When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.’
Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965)