Okay kitchen, you’ve had your fun, we’ve all laughed uproariously at your slapstick humour, funnier than Buster Keaton, more subtle than the Marx Brothers, now will you kindly stop exploding and flooding and generally unsettling the natives. Your timing is impeccable. The first flood was Christmas Eve just before a houseful of rellies were preparing to move in for Christmas. We had to turn off the filtered water so there was no ice or cold water available from fridge. Heads have rolled for less in our family. I think they all live on ice in summer.
Fortunately, we have a delightful plumber. He turns up promptly and enjoys twenty minutes or so explaining that he’s never seen anything like it in his life but don’t worry, he’ll fix it. Just have to send to Iceland for a few parts. Eventually, later that same month, he reappeared with a very long piece of tubing and played under the sink for a few hours. Everything was just hunky dory until this morning, I woke up to discover Trevor and the dogs frolicking gaily in the paddling pool which used to be the kitchen. So now we’ll do it all over again.
Give me strength …
UPDATE 10/1/11 It flooded again last night. Plumber down to final nerve ending.
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