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lame plumber
Morning from hell, arrived to move some lpg cyliders and repipe the supply to a boiler, installed by her handyman 
So went looking for the gas pipe off the boiler, hidden in an alcove and only reachable by my arm, no sight of route and I was sure I knew what went where. Off i went removing the delicatley applied render off the pipe so no one could see it
You know the rest, tap tap tap, diddly diddly tap tap and guess who found a water pipe hidden in said render going diagonally up the wall!!!!!!!!
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Well, pretty pretty theres a rainbow in the kitchen, which enlisted from me that well known plumbers response, "Karen" (the lady of the house) "wheres the fecking stopcock", her ... wild eyed like a bunny in the head lights "I dont know", me "feck feck feck" oh Fecking fecking feck feck feck feck" then the water went off, she remembered.
So I looked around and noticed I was damp but she was, well dripping not sure how but she had attempted to stem the flow whilst my nose was under the sink. Anyhow the result were quite pleasing, if you enjoy the wet T shirt sort of thing.
So off to the van I wnet, to look for dry kit, I found a sweat top and my RNLI bib trousers/waterproofs. So whilst my kit was toasting in a tumble drier and she went to dry herself off I carried on as yellow as you get, useful as I mopped and wetvaced her flagstones before I got on with the job in hand.
Overall, note you self : start carrying spare kit again, as I havent bothered as the last time I got wet was years back.
So went looking for the gas pipe off the boiler, hidden in an alcove and only reachable by my arm, no sight of route and I was sure I knew what went where. Off i went removing the delicatley applied render off the pipe so no one could see it
You know the rest, tap tap tap, diddly diddly tap tap and guess who found a water pipe hidden in said render going diagonally up the wall!!!!!!!!
"
Well, pretty pretty theres a rainbow in the kitchen, which enlisted from me that well known plumbers response, "Karen" (the lady of the house) "wheres the fecking stopcock", her ... wild eyed like a bunny in the head lights "I dont know", me "feck feck feck" oh Fecking fecking feck feck feck feck" then the water went off, she remembered.
So I looked around and noticed I was damp but she was, well dripping
not sure how but she had attempted to stem the flow whilst my nose was under the sink. Anyhow the result were quite pleasing, if you enjoy the wet T shirt sort of thing.So off to the van I wnet, to look for dry kit, I found a sweat top and my RNLI bib trousers/waterproofs. So whilst my kit was toasting in a tumble drier and she went to dry herself off
I carried on as yellow as you get, useful as I mopped and wetvaced her flagstones before I got on with the job in hand.Overall, note you self : start carrying spare kit again, as I havent bothered as the last time I got wet was years back.
