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Gets on a 43, humming unconsciously
Jan. 30th, 2006 07:10 amWell, I think that I can conclude with absolute certainty that the source of the leak in the bathroom is the hot-water pipe leading to the taps in the sink and the bath. Which is, of course, a pain. And I still ca't work out why running a bath on Saturday morning should cause no dripping whatsoever into the hallway downstairs, while running a bath on Sunday afternoon should result in an imitation of the Victoria Falls on a rainy day.
Still, we must take positives where we can. I now know that it takes 15 kitchen bowls of hot water to generate a bath of a reasonable depth.
And it wasn't all that cold this morning. And it wasn't raining, and it wasn't windy. When the highlight of your previous week was a train trip to Penge, you can take joy from the spectre of orange on the urban horizon as you walk to work. Tiny pleasures when living for the moment.
I'll try to get some Greatest Hits done this week, ready for posting by Friday week or thereabouts. A lot will depend on when I can get the plumber to come round (if I can get him to come round) and whether he can fix the leak. It's amazing how inured we come to modern conveniences. I guess that having to carry those bowls of hot water up a flight of stairs to the bath added a mere five minutes to my morning, but it felt like something out of the 19th century.
Then again, I do seem to have problems that no-one else suffers from. Or, if I am not unique, people are keeping the solutions very secretive. Collapsing ceilings, unusable bathrooms. I'm just waiting for the front of the house to start falling away. How all you bastards live in perfect homes that don't cause this kind of grief?
Still, we must take positives where we can. I now know that it takes 15 kitchen bowls of hot water to generate a bath of a reasonable depth.
And it wasn't all that cold this morning. And it wasn't raining, and it wasn't windy. When the highlight of your previous week was a train trip to Penge, you can take joy from the spectre of orange on the urban horizon as you walk to work. Tiny pleasures when living for the moment.
I'll try to get some Greatest Hits done this week, ready for posting by Friday week or thereabouts. A lot will depend on when I can get the plumber to come round (if I can get him to come round) and whether he can fix the leak. It's amazing how inured we come to modern conveniences. I guess that having to carry those bowls of hot water up a flight of stairs to the bath added a mere five minutes to my morning, but it felt like something out of the 19th century.
Then again, I do seem to have problems that no-one else suffers from. Or, if I am not unique, people are keeping the solutions very secretive. Collapsing ceilings, unusable bathrooms. I'm just waiting for the front of the house to start falling away. How all you bastards live in perfect homes that don't cause this kind of grief?
