The drip-drop came back ...

Last August, Bella & Co., finally called out a plumber to fix a drip that they had lived with for nearly two years. Yep. Two Years. It was a tenacious drip.


To cut a long story short, the plumber was called and an hour later and $130 handed over the drip -drop stopped. Thank goodness. Well on Saturday, it came back. Bella heard it before it greeted it her.

Drip, Drip, Drop.

Drip, Drip, Drop.

Closing the bathroom door, she immediately informed The Husband, this was something he could handle. A twist here. A tug there. It would be a cinch, a walk in the park. He was an educated, clever man, it would be easy. Plus the instructions on the Internet said it would only take a novice an hour. Bella now knows those instructions lie.

A trip to Lowes to buy a thing-a-ma-jig for $21, back to the house. When Bella walked in the first thing she noticed was the absence of the drip. For the drip had grown to a steady stream! She knew she shouldn't have fiddled with it. Temptation got the better of her. It often does. The Husband muttered something and set off to work.

After doing the usual plumbing stuff, turning off the mains, emptying the faucet, he set off to change the thing-a-ma-jig. A twist here, a tug there, and would you believe it, he was soaked head to foot! This is where he and Bella now realised, there must be another shut-off valve. Somewhere. Not sure where. They had to work quickly, water spurting left and right to push in the new piece. It was a hilarious! A riot! So Bella thought. The Husband's muttering and frown made it appear otherwise.

Anyway, the drip has been eliminated. And even though the job was not completed with the grace and finesse of "Plumber Past", it is gone. And Bella? Well having recovered from her bedraggled state, she is slightly smug that THIS time the checkbook remained closed. This time she was not charged $105 an hour. And THAT finally made The Husband grimace smile.