Who I Gonna Call?
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010
First, there was the utter plumbing fail in the back bathroom, a scene which is best left not described. As I was cleaning up the mess the lights flickered.
So who do I call? Plumber? Electrician? Ghostbusters?
The clog eventually cleared itself, thanks to a liberal dose of drain cleaner. It's the curse of having long hair at my age, I'm certain. The power hasn't flickered again, so I suspect that's related to the lovely electric service in this part of town. However, I discovered a toilet part that needs to be replaced. That, fortunately, will be an easy job. The problem was not caused by the part, but I suspect my going in and propping up the float because the cutoff valve was stuck probably had something to do with it. It's been over five years since we replace the whole float/valve/whatever bit, so I am unsurprised.
Living in an older house can be such an adventure.
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