In Which We Had Excess Water

We had a bit of a disaster this morning. The ball cock from the immersion heater had broken off and that excess water was profusely running out of the overflow pipe and thus flooding the back entrance towards the garden. Cousin had to borrow tools from both the gals next door and from Phil to tighten the stop cock to turn off the water. The stop cock had seized up and with all the will on the world could he budge it. In the end he got a number from the gals which turned out to be the son of the village barber. The son happens to be a qualified plumber, and after some agonising hours waiting for, him the plumber turned up and within minutes solved the problem.

I do not know how much it would cost through the yellow pages but he only charged us labour despite having to put new parts in.

Cousin as usual was agitated and I just kept a cool calmness whilst internally chanting to myself “Shit happens”.

Perhaps seeing a lone magpie in the garden was an omen.