My DIY skills are pathetic. OK I admit. Caroline will tell you if you care to ask her. When we lived in Hedgerley, there was this time I clearly remember when we needed a telephone extension from one room to another. I had the cable, and I had the sockets connections, but when I connected the two rooms, I had massive amounts of cable left over – in the middle, and I scrunched it up into a ball – the shape of a bird’s nest and nailed it to the ceiling. I wish I had a picture of that to post!
Now some approximately 5 years later, we had a leak in our Avocado coloured 70’s style toilet. I just noticed it was dripping onto the wooden box that was covering the pipe’s behind the loo. So I drained it, and found some sealant and the results are what you see below.
Did it work? No! Of course not, but I tried. And that’s the main thing. So I emailed our plumber Chris Lee. Chris, can you help with our toilet “cistern”, I tried to text on my old trusty Nokia 6230 phone. I’m sure that’s how you spell it. Predictive text came up with Birt!
I was tempted to call it a toilet system, just so I could text it through, and then doubting my own spelling – found a way round it. I know can you help with our loo? And sure enough predictive text was at it again and changed the word to Jon.
So Chris, can you help with our Jon? I like comedy, but I’ve never been a big fan of toilet humour..
