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10:45am on Saturday, 4th November, 2006:
We've been having our bathroom redone recently. There was a whole new suite to put in, and all those expensive tiles my wife chose had to be put on the walls and the floor. It took 8 days, but it was finished on time.
In the course of working on the plumbing, they created two leaks: one from not tightening up the waste pipe from the sink fully, and one from a poorly-performing valve. They fixed those before they finished, though, and we didn't get much damage to the ceiling in the room below.
This morning I am looking at a hole 2 feet by 4 feet in that same ceiling. There was apparently some "movement in the pipes" when they installed the bath, which caused the sink in the spare room to spring a leak. We noticed it when it started dripping at about 9:30 last night. I switched off the mains, made a hole where the bulge seemed to be, and caught over a gallon of water in a bucket. The plumbers came back this morning, removed the ceiling plasterboard (which was decalred dead-by-sogginess anyway), and identified the problem. Their remark of "We didn't touch that sink, Mr Bartle" was met with "Ah, this is like saying you didn't set fire to my house, you set fire to the house next door". They're fixing it, anyway.
If it weren't for the fact that they've just driven off to get some special pieces of pipe they need and have thus given me a window to release my car from the garage, I'd show you a picture. No, I haven't got my broken camera back, but I realised that my camcorder can take stills.
I'd better go before they get back...
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