Sunday...day of rest and all that...not for me! I needed to get some shiny new aqua panel up on my bathroom wall which required the removal and re-fitting of a radiator...yes you all know what's coming next...why I'm even still writing this post is more to do with certain readers of my blog who think my life has become boring recently...you know who you are Paul, so sit tight and enjoy my misfortune!
Armed with a cheapo shifting spanner, a basin, some towels and the old "if you can do flash you can do anything" resolve passed down to me by Mr Jack Keenan, I climbed the stairs of my house to scope out the job in hand, this was going to be easy (ahem)... So, back downstairs for for a cup of tea because that's what the experts do isn't it? (I was really getting into this now!) next up was the mighty switching off of the water and draining of the hot water system, so I informed Kat that she'd need to fill the kettle (nothing was happening without a lot of tea today) and a couple of pans with water in case this took longer than expected. "right, waters off", time to venture back upstairs.
First things first, I had no idea what I was doing, so I just tried loosening things in a random order until it worked (I thought this was sensible at the time...sigh..) hmmm, so the big connection turned out to be a no-goer, I turned my attention to the two smaller pipes coming up through the floor...uh oh...the water started pissing out all over the floor...nooooooooooooooooo!! but never the less, "there cant be that much water" so I carried on. At this stage my knees had just become soaked and I'd taken skin off of my knuckles on a couple of occasions, but "nobody likes a quitter" so on I went. I now had the radiator disconnected and proceeded to take it off its wall brackets inadvertently tipping it up on its end so all the rest of the water could get out....doh!
Now I had my radiator propped up against the wall, the water had stopped gushing out and I was feeling pretty triumphant...until I went downstairs (for more tea) and to my horror was met with a rather unimpressed girlfriend, mother and future mother in law (funny how they're all always there to see you fail!)
"MARK...THERE'S WATER COMING THROUGH THE ROOF" was the start of the helpful solutions I didn't particularly want to hear as I stood, cheapo shifter in hand, being dripped on, looking stupid.
Anyway..."there cant be that much water, I'll just let it drip" I thought...finally turning out to be right when an hour later the dripping stopped and nobody had slipped at the bottom of the stairs injuring themselves.
Turns out that its far easier to reconnect the thing, about 15 minutes on my knees trying to line pipes up without breaking anything and I was done...until Kat tried to close the bathroom door and I realised that my earlier fannying about with "the big connection" had left it squint..."pass me my cheapo shifter, I'll have this fixed in no time".
So, the moral of the story? just because you have a house, it doesn't mean you know how to fix it...get a plumber!
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