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I'm certainly not there yet.  There is quite some way to go!

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Sunday
Dec152013

The unmistakeable sound

 

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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!!)

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Crisis averted!

December 15, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMary

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