I Blame the Glastonbury Mud
No I wasn't there, but the mud Poppy kindly brought home in her hair was probably a significant factor in the following events.
Standing in the shower it began to dawn on me, I'm not a quick thinker in the mornings, that water was lapping round my ankles. Things did not appear to be as they should in the drainage department. I need to clean the U bend I thought.
First remove the side of the bath. An easy task involving only eight screws. Levering the side down proved harder as it was sealed into place with something NASA should use to fix heat shield tiles to Challenger.
By kneeling down and assuming contortionist postures access to the pipes was finally achieved over the still attached bath panel. The U bend was firmly wedged between the bath and floor. Brute force was the order of the day and eventually wrenching it out and clearing it of its unspeakable contents proved relatively easy. Putting it back together again was quite a different matter. Try as we might, Poppy having joined the battle by this time, it proved to be physically impossible to get everything into place.
Unscrewing the plughole to lift the pipe junction seemed logical at first but no, once unscrewed, the self tapping screw no longer screws back up again. By kneeling in the bath whilst my builders mate, Poppy, shoved her fingers up the overflow pipe and held the nut in place, we finally managed to get some semblance of a U bend in place. It seemed a wise precaution to wrap a towel around it before admitting defeat and calling the plumber.
Standing in the shower it began to dawn on me, I'm not a quick thinker in the mornings, that water was lapping round my ankles. Things did not appear to be as they should in the drainage department. I need to clean the U bend I thought.
First remove the side of the bath. An easy task involving only eight screws. Levering the side down proved harder as it was sealed into place with something NASA should use to fix heat shield tiles to Challenger.
By kneeling down and assuming contortionist postures access to the pipes was finally achieved over the still attached bath panel. The U bend was firmly wedged between the bath and floor. Brute force was the order of the day and eventually wrenching it out and clearing it of its unspeakable contents proved relatively easy. Putting it back together again was quite a different matter. Try as we might, Poppy having joined the battle by this time, it proved to be physically impossible to get everything into place.
Unscrewing the plughole to lift the pipe junction seemed logical at first but no, once unscrewed, the self tapping screw no longer screws back up again. By kneeling in the bath whilst my builders mate, Poppy, shoved her fingers up the overflow pipe and held the nut in place, we finally managed to get some semblance of a U bend in place. It seemed a wise precaution to wrap a towel around it before admitting defeat and calling the plumber.
posted by Diary Cow at 11:19 pm
2 Comments:
I KNEW my sister was filth. y. What you going on about South Sheffield for over at st custards?
I had to clean the hairy stinking plug in my basin t'other day and it was PROPER RANK.
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