Having seen the recent Magpie prompts, all I could think of lately is all of the plumbing problems currently plaguing this old house. To that end, I was prepared to post a diatribe on the subject, but no one really wants to hear about that.
Suffice it to say we are down to one working sink - the kitchen sink - which only had a leaky drain pipe - was temporarily and easily fixed with duct tape (thank you, Red Green). The fixture, however, has now failed and needs replacement. I've got the parts for both the drain and the tap, but not the gumption.
Damn, I'm so good at my "profession".
Of course, the irony here is that our business involves water which, in turn, involves some plumbing.
Besides the leaky plumbing, my skin has also sprung a leak. Well, sort of. It's been so hot and humid that I break into a sweat merely by walking to the fax machine just twenty feet from where I sit. It is so sticky here that you could use me as a Post-it note bulletin board.
Now our dishwasher has decided to go on strike. The lights come on, "but there's nobody home" which means, of course, I have to hand wash all the dishes in the sink with the leaky drain and the faucet that leaks into the bucket under said sink.
Normally I wouldn't complain about getting 'sweaty' while I do all these repairs as we have a pool and I could always go for a dip to cool off. But, noooooooo ... karma has shit on that too. The pool sprung a leak some time ago and it has been empty ever since. Well, it's not so much empty since recent torrential rains (we really don't get much of any other kind here) has thwarted our attempt to locate the leak.
Oy.
So, I'm off to find ... my rubber boots. And a bucket.
