They say it never rains, but it pours. In fact it hasn’t rained in Kilsby for quite some time. The garden is particularly dry. Whatever happened to April showers?
So it was a surprise to wake up this morning to find it was pouring down. In fact it was Mo who first discovered it. She was so excited, she came running upstairs to wake me up and tell me it was pouring down in the lounge. Not the normal place for an April shower.
I lept out of bed and set off downstairs only to find the sunshine streaming in through the open kitchen door and not a drop of rain to be seen. Then I ventured into the lounge and discovered a spring bubbling out of the ceiling. Actually more of a raging torrent ! Directly below the upstairs bathroom, so I raced back upstairs, but there was no sign of a running tap, or an overflowing sink nor a leaky pipe. That exhausted my plumbing knowledge, so I rang our friend Chris, who is a proper plumber. Obviously he would be up at 7 o’clock in the morning, just waiting for my call 😀
Chris told me to turn the mains water off at the stopcock. It is most conveniently located at the very back of the lowest kitchen cupboard. Where we keep all the odds and sods of cleaning materials, …. and polishes, …. and rubber gloves, …. and dog bowels …. and 57 cloths …. etc. … etc …etc. All of which I intended to sort out, but I had left it for a rainy day☹️
Eventually I got to the stopcock, only to find I needed a screwdriver to turn it off. I know I have one in the cupboard in the downstairs toilet. The cupboard that is full of toilet rolls …. and cleaning materials …. and air fresheners …. and Dettol ….and small flower vases. Right at the very back is my tool box. Now I can put a finger in the dam. Only problem is that when I finally turn the stopcock off, the water keeps on running.
By this time Chris is on his way blue light flashing, hurtling towards this Noah’s Ark in Kilsby. In the meantime I set off around the house turning on all the cold taps and flushing all the toilets. It’s a good job we don’t have a water meter. At last the torrent is reduced to a trickle, but still you don’t really want even a trickle coming from the ceiling of your lounge. I suppose we could get an aquarium and make a feature of it.
Outside a white van screeched to a halt, Chris ran in dressed for the flood with galoshes over his pyjamas and a life raft. By this time the monsoon had passed and he wondered what all the fuss was about. Then after a quick cup of tea to make up for no breakfast, he set about investigating the source of the leak.
Sadly, his starting point was to check the cold water tank . It is located in the most inaccessible place in the house, behind an obstacle course of clutter at the back of my walk-in wardrobe. So now starts another involuntary clear out beginning with my gardening clothes, which I carefully scatter on the floor in a pile each time I come in from the garden. With that out of the way I move onto the shirts I never wear and shoes I had forgotten I had. Oh and the shoe cleaning polish and brushes I only use for weddings and funerals. Then we are onto Mo’s riding boots x 2 and my treasured Stetson hat. Nearly there, just a few boxes of assorted bits and pieces. At long last Chis can inspect the tank, but that’s not the problem ….. so I can put all that stuff back 🤠
It turned out to be a faulty WC cistern and a blocked overflow, which Chris fixed in a flash. Now all I have to do is put everything back in the cupboards !
Still the morning was better than watching breakfast television weather forecast😀