I filled the kettle for tea this morning and got sprayed like a Barnum in Bailey Clown Show! I took off my sweatshirt to hang in the boiler room and found my frantic naked husband trying to turn off a broken valve under the basement sink as it flooded. Luckily I had a stack of old dry towels at the ready.
We were prepared with 2 degree weather and knew to run the water but our house was built in 1888. Things happen. Thank goodness we know where the house shut off valve is. We have a call out to ANNE THE PLUMBER! She is the best. You'll have to move to Rhode Island to get the best plumber in the universe.
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