Maybe I have used up my quota of posts but, for whatever reason, Google is making it very difficult for me to put up any new ones. Perhaps it is because I cleared my cache of cookies the other day - one thing they really do not like is if you cut the links between yourself and their advertisers. There again, maybe there is some geek in an office randomly reading posts and punishing those who repeat themselves - "Oh no - not another post about bloody kittens!"
The last bit may not be so far-fetched as it sounds. If you look at the Google example of what a blog post should look like in the list, some wag has made a fictitious example called, 'All About Kittens'. That made me smile.
I will not add to my sins by going into great detail - again - about the progress (or lack of it) in getting a little job done which was begun months ago, and was supposed to be installed in about one hour, but I will just say that the day before yesterday, I left the site with a plumber drilling a long hole through a thick wall so I could run a pipe through it (for melting ice water - don't ask) and arrived the yesterday hoping it would be ready to go.
There was, indeed, a 20mm hole, but it was entirely blocked by the drill bit which had snapped off at the drill end, leaving the hard steel jammed into the hole at full length. It took them three hours or more to push through 4 inches of the bit, cut it off then push through another 4 inches and cut it off - for the whole three feet. The plumber had volunteered to carry out this little task, and I know damn well he instantly regretted it.
A friend of mine runs a small building company here, and some years ago was asked - by a friend - if he knew how to unblock their upstairs lavatory. He went to have a look and discovered that the access trap for their sewage system was right at the bottom of their garden, about 40 feet from the house.
He went off and hired a high-pressure water-blasting hose and pump, with a bullet-head nozzle on the front of it which blasted water backwards at about 200 psi, pushing the nozzle forwards and forcing any obstructions back behind it.
He set it up in the garden and began pushing the hose up the 6 inch drain toward the house. After about 35 feet, he felt an obstruction, so he pulled the hose backwards and forwards until it ran free again, then continued on feeding the hose through the drain.
As he began to run out of hose, he realised that he had fed in more of it than there was distance to the bathroom, so he went into the house to investigate, leaving the machine running at full pressure.
He went upstairs to find the ceramic toilet bowl in pieces and the metal bullet-head nozzle thrashing around in the bathroom, chucking out water at 200 psi. The obstruction was the toilet bowl.
It cost him about £3000 to repair and redecorate the bathroom, and the owner did not offer to contribute. See the title.
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