Saturday, 31 May 2008

Laura and the plumbing emergency

I have just had one of the most stressful hours of my entire life! I came in from work dripping in beastly sweat and decided to have a nice cleansing cool foam filled bath. I put the shower on to fill the bath, as the hot tap is broken.I set about making my tea. It was just me tonight, with Alan still being away in Yorkshire. With no adult around, I could have whatever I liked without any questions asked. I plumped for 2 of these new cheese and black pepper muffins I had only that evening found in the Sainsbury's. They were very delicious and afterwards I checked on the progress of my bathwater.Imagine my alarm when I discovered that the shower dial was stuck and would not turn off! Water poured out of it like Niagara Falls and I began to panick like a loon. The dial simply would not budge, so I phoned the landlords agent in a desperate attempt to acquire an emergency plumber. There was no answer as it was out of office hours - and there was no emergency number!I put the shower head in the sink so the water had somewhere to go. I then phoned Alan in Yorkshire for advice. He gave me the number of his mate 'Macca' and said I should phone him. Before doing this I decided to call upon one of the neighbours to see if any of them could help me out of my plumbing predicament. I've never spoken to any of them in the whole 9 months I've lived here. Now not only was I speaking to them, but inviting them into my bathroom to inspect my out of control waterworks.It was all too much to take in.The neighbour didn't have a clue what to do so he left and then I called Macca. He said he would be round in 15 minutes, but during the wait, I became very stressed by the sound of the ongoing gushing water and decided to have another go at fixing the shower dial. Using brute force and mind control, I managed to get the dial to turn and stem the gushing tide of aggressive agua.I couldn't believe I had done it. I phoned Macca and thanked him for his offer to come round but told him it was no longer necessary.Finally, after an adrenaline fuelled hour, I was able to take my bath and wash away the grime of the day. I congratulated myself on my ability to stay calm in a crisis and fix problems that I previously thought only men could fix.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I have also had a plumbing triumph! My apt. started charging us separately for water and all of a sudden my toilet started running uncontrollably and I had no idea what to do as I couldn't call anyone. My bathroom is a biohazard and I couldn't risk another human beings life inviting them into my powder room. Anyway, after fondling the ballcock and replacing the fallen chain the water stopped running and my plumbing emergency was averted by common sense and sheer terror of discovery.