Last year we replaced two lavatories, one in the shower room and one downstairs in the cloakroom. The seats thereof were of the soft-close persuasion, and for a time both worked well. When the downstairs one developed a preference for clanging shut, Martyn contacted the suppliers, Victorian plumbing, to ask for their comments. They asked us for pictures of the fault, so Forges-l’Evêque Media Inc produced an audio-visual masterpiece of my shutting the bog lid with accompanying clang-shut sound effects, and off it went. Next email told us that the product we had returned (we had not) had been tested and found to be fault-free. Martyn wrote back to put them right, and the next thing we heard was that the replacement we had ordered (we had not) would be delivered today. Well, delivered it was. Broken. Watch this space.
The awful leylandii across the back of the garden are no more, likewise the ones that overhung the cold frame and mini-greenhouse. The hacking down was done by two brothers from the farm down the road, who left the place clean and tidy, and charged us a very reasonable sum for their day’s work. Watch these spaces too.
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