I think we’ve brought our latest plumbing travails to an end. For some time, the cloakroom WC has been grumbling intermittently. When, yesterday, it started doing so at 45 second intervals, I decided that enough was enough, isolated and drained it, hoiked out the old float valve and then took myself off to a nearby plumbers’ merchant, bearing the offending apparatus in the by now rather painful mitt. £18, a pint of diesel and another half-hour’s grovelling on the cloakroom floor later, we seem to be grumble-free, the tank fills up far more quietly, and we no longer have hammering noises when we close a cold tap upstairs. We have thus saved ourselves our usual man’s £80 first hour. The part would have cost less in one of the big sheds, but is brass-cored rather than plastic, so may last a bit longer. It’s nice to know that one is still capable of a few household maintenance jobs.
The Justice of the Peace |
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The vegetables are doing quite well too: I think the spuds have had their last earthings-up, and the beans in the raised bed and the old pot sink seem to be happy. We won't bother with courgettes this year: they need more space than we can give them, and the crop last year was unimpressive.
Annoying day at the hobby yesterday: I arrived to find three colleagues already there, and only one room working. I flounced off home in a huff, and later learned that one of three had gone to the wrong venue. Particularly annoying in that I had volunteered for the sitting at short notice. Today's invitation to pick up a vacancy next Monday got a polite 'No, thanks', given that I'm already down for next Wednesday. I'm beginning to look forward to being put out to grass (and with such a generous pension...) in a couple of years' time.
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