Mrs Sane phoned me at work yesterday to tell me that something in the upstairs bathroom was leaking. Again.
When I got home from work, the ceiling in the downstairs bathroom was soaking and water was dripping from the light fittings. Generally not a good sign so I fired up the laptop and Googled for a plumber.
The first one I phoned went straight to voicemail, the second one was too busy and then I spotted a name I recognised. I phoned my mum and sister to find out why I recognised the name and it turns out I went to school with his daughter so I gave him a call, dropped the fact that I went to school with his daughter into the conversation and booked him to come out this morning.
He turned up bang on time at 8.30 this morning, spent a couple of hours taking the bath panel off, finding out what was wrong and changing the pipe from the cold water tap and charged me … £40. Bargain.
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