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lame plumber
Morning from hell, arrived to move some lpg cyliders and repipe the supply to a boiler, installed by her handyman 🙂
So went looking for the gas pipe off the boiler, hidden in an alcove and only reachable by my arm, no sight of route and I was sure I knew what went where. Off i went removing the delicatley applied render off the pipe so no one could see it 🙂
You know the rest, tap tap tap, diddly diddly tap tap and guess who found a water pipe hidden in said render going diagonally up the wall!!!!!!!!
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Well, pretty pretty theres a rainbow in the kitchen, which enlisted from me that well known plumbers response, "Karen" (the lady of the house) "wheres the fecking stopcock", her ... wild eyed like a bunny in the head lights "I dont know", me "feck feck feck" oh Fecking fecking feck feck feck feck" then the water went off, she remembered.
So I looked around and noticed I was damp but she was, well dripping 🙂 not sure how but she had attempted to stem the flow whilst my nose was under the sink. Anyhow the result were quite pleasing, if you enjoy the wet T shirt sort of thing.
So off to the van I wnet, to look for dry kit, I found a sweat top and my RNLI bib trousers/waterproofs. So whilst my kit was toasting in a tumble drier and she went to dry herself off 🙁 I carried on as yellow as you get, useful as I mopped and wetvaced her flagstones before I got on with the job in hand.
Overall, note you self : start carrying spare kit again, as I havent bothered as the last time I got wet was years back.
So went looking for the gas pipe off the boiler, hidden in an alcove and only reachable by my arm, no sight of route and I was sure I knew what went where. Off i went removing the delicatley applied render off the pipe so no one could see it 🙂
You know the rest, tap tap tap, diddly diddly tap tap and guess who found a water pipe hidden in said render going diagonally up the wall!!!!!!!!
"
Well, pretty pretty theres a rainbow in the kitchen, which enlisted from me that well known plumbers response, "Karen" (the lady of the house) "wheres the fecking stopcock", her ... wild eyed like a bunny in the head lights "I dont know", me "feck feck feck" oh Fecking fecking feck feck feck feck" then the water went off, she remembered.
So I looked around and noticed I was damp but she was, well dripping 🙂 not sure how but she had attempted to stem the flow whilst my nose was under the sink. Anyhow the result were quite pleasing, if you enjoy the wet T shirt sort of thing.
So off to the van I wnet, to look for dry kit, I found a sweat top and my RNLI bib trousers/waterproofs. So whilst my kit was toasting in a tumble drier and she went to dry herself off 🙁 I carried on as yellow as you get, useful as I mopped and wetvaced her flagstones before I got on with the job in hand.
Overall, note you self : start carrying spare kit again, as I havent bothered as the last time I got wet was years back.
