A Plumbing Nightmare

This is a tale about a leaky tap—one that should have been fixed months ago. (In all honesty, it should have been fixed 18 months ago.)

Drip-drip-drip. Constantly on the mind.

Drip-drip-drip. Readjust the tap. Drip-nothing-half a drip.

There’s also a second leaky tap to the tale—located downstairs.

Drip-drip-drip. Readjust the tap. Drip-drip-drip-drip. Isolate the tap.

And then we have two toilets—both passing water.

Randomly filling to wake the house—and the Patterdales living next door.

Both toilets get isolated when not in use. And we keep the truce.

You could argue the situation is poor. (It’s certainly a little embarrassing when visitors come to stay.)

And whilst at first, just one leaky tap was deemed satisfactory.

Over time, and with further faults, the plumbing has now crossed the Thick Red Line.

I agree, it is poor. It’s unacceptable.

(Especially, for someone preaching Excellence.)

And so the time has come. To fix that leaky tap.

How hard can it be!