The toilet never flushed properly in the "new" bathroom but I lived with its quirks until recently. Okay, recently means two years have passed, but I kept a note on the tank to advise the occupant to hold the lever down until the entire flushing action was done. Sometimes it didn't flush anyway.
Finally I called a plumber. The first one on the scene admitted after half an expensive hour that he had no clue as to the problem.
Enter plumber #2. He told me a sad story about what squirrels can do by storing walnuts in that breather thingie on the roof and I was happy to report there are no walnut trees and very few squirrels in the neighborhood.
Then he figured there was a problem in that same vent between the upstairs and downstairs toilets and he would send one of their specialists over to chop a hole in the wall and correct the problem.
There aren't any telephone listings for female plumbers but by this time I was prepared to find out if one was in training and wait for her to graduate.
Well, #3 arrived not having been told what his predecessor had said and gave what just might be the correct diagnosis; the pipes under my lovely ceramic tile floor are not sloping properly, in fact they run straight across instad of sloping down at a progressive angle.
You know what that means don't you? Sure you do, they had to chop up part of my lovely floor.
Actually, #4 and #5 were called in to do that.
My timing was out to lunch and my daughter had been cajoled (she says coerced) into painting the living/dining room so everything was already in chaos.
But progress is a- happening. The pipes are re-jigged, the trench is packed in with dirt and gravel and I matched the bathroom floor tiles so they will soon be restored.
In the other room the painting is done,the pictures re-hung and yes, it is a deep royal purple. So sue me.
What is absolutely clear to me is that I can't afford any more down-sizing.
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