The joy of bad plumbing
The dishwasher broke this morning. It mysteriously disconnected itself.
Anthony fixed it tonight (after much groaning and water all over the kitchen floor) more by force and luck than actually knowing what he was doing.
Then the kitchen sink leaked.
He fixed that too (after even more groaning and even more water) and even less idea about what he was doing.
It turns out that this house was built by muppets. No seals in any of the plumbing.
Just another piece of superb workmanship from Westbury Homes (acquired by Persimmon Homes in 2006).
January 12, 2009 at 10:52 pm
Not true, in fact I am now a qualfied master plumber. After much groaning and water in cupboards, on floor, me, I have decided that instead of the formal qualfication route to being a master plumber, I have now qualfied through experience alone.