I’m not sure who said it, but somebody once said that rules exist for the guidance of the wise and for the obedience of fools.
I love that quote!
Monthly Archive for July, 2007
The good news is that the hot water is back on. I got through a weekend without hot water quite well. By boiling the kettle 4 times and boiling water in every available pot or pan, bathtime was bearable. Just. My wallet is a little lighter for the experience though.
On Saturday morning at around 830 I fingered my way through the yellow pages and called every plumber I could. Most didn’t answer the phone, even though they were supposed to be 24 hr/ 7 day services. The one guy who did answer had obviously just got out of bed. He was groaning, sighing and farting as he spoke to me – you know, the way we all do when we wake in the morning. Needless to say he didn’t get the job.
Just a hint for anyone finding themselves in this position – buy your own hot water system at a trade store, get it home and then get a plumber to install it. Cheap as chips that way.
That’s it for Tony’s handy hints tonight. I’ll be back with more words of wisdom sometime in the next week.
While your attention is still here have a quick read of The Register’s take on London’s ‘terrorist’ event last weekend.
One of the joys of owning your own house (well, paying it off anyway) is all the little things that can go wrong.
Last Friday evening I arrived home and cracked my first beer. After a week of work, all 60 hours of it since Monday, I sat down and enjoyed the silence. I turned off the mobile phone and sat in a beanbag with my brown bottled beverage. The cat was staring at me in the usual way. That stare that says ‘Feed me you arsehole.’ I got up and opened the back door to let some cool air through the house and heard an unfamiliar sound. A hissing sound. Water hissing under pressure. Shit! A burst pipe.
I got myself under the house and discovered water pissing everywhere from the vicinity of the hot water system. The water was warm. Thus, the electric hot water system had crapped itself. Fantastic!
It was so much easier when my wife and I were renting. A phone call to the emergency maintenance number and everything was done. Now, however, we have to arrange to fix it ourselves. Crap! Arse! Piddle! Poo! Bum!
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