If this image had a head & a face, I swear they would be mine! This past weekend we had plumbing 'issues' involving the grotty old taps over the grotty old kitchen sink. Plumber MOTH came to the rescue - 'Don't worry Mills this will only take me a couple of minutes' was the expert opinion. 9 hours later, numerous trips out in the wind & driving rain to turn the mains supply off, then on, then off, then on - the problem had ballooned from a small, annoying drip requiring a new washer to a full blown plumbing catastrophe. We are talking splashback tiles ripped off in a fit of pique, existing hardware discarded, masses of cussing & cursing from Plumber MOTH & finally, a trip to see his old mate Greg at Stirling Mitre 10.
The problem is not resolved however - the disgusting cheap new tap sets from Greg's chuck out bin that were purchased by a certain stingy Serial Renovator are still sitting in their boxes on the kitchen window sill. When queried this morning when he'd be back to finish the job, Plumber MOTH yelled 'Geez Millie, I'm still traumatized by yesterday's events, just leave it will ya!' The hot tap still requires 30 rotations to get a trickle of water from it, there are only bare bricks now behind the sink & it's taken me nearly an hour to do a small amount of dishes by hand this morning. And he reckons he's traumatized!!
Image: Bernard Touillon