The unmistakeable sound
of dripping water.
I’d only popped into the garage to put something away on one of the shelves, but the noise that greeted me could mean only one thing.
The pipes had fallen from the ceiling again. Third time this year? And the same joint had broken right there above the boiler, so hot water was flowing freely down the wall.
Whilst we scurried around trying to minimise the damage, we spoke to a sympathetic British Gas person who prioritised our call and promised to send an engineer round as soon as possible. So much for spending a peaceful day at home, eh?
(Mary, I’ll update this later, just in case you need to pack your warmest clothes!!)
The engineer is just writing his report, having fixed the pipes "more securely" to the ceiling of the garage, repaired the leaking joint and restarted the heating. The hot water was draining from our central heating system, so he's bled all the radiators and assures us that he's happy all is fine. It's taken almost all afternoon to resolve all of this, but hopefully, that will be that.
So, Mary, there's no need to bring ALL your Winter woollies when you set out this evening. Have a safe flight and we'll see you soon!
Reader Comments (1)
Crisis averted!