This morning I'm staggering back from the bathroom, half-awake, at 7 am. And of course the phone rings. I can't work, I *can't* work, please don't let this be a real crisis Hello? 'Oh hi. It's the plumber. I'm coming to your house at 9 today, OK?' Guy, there was a *reason* I said 9. But oh fine, I'm wide awake. I tidy the kitchen, empty the cupboard under the sink, wait. And wait. He appears at 9:30.
Squats down, looks at the pipes, and says, no really, 'Oh fudge. Oh fudge oh fudge oh fudge.' Long story short, he winds up replacing the entire apparatus, substituting plastic piping for the ancient and much corroded iron stuff. 'It's broken. I can't believe you haven't had leaks yet.' For that I'm happy to pay $250- payable to Cash which is a sure tip-off of something not quite kosher. But if I need snaking done again- mhh, I might call around first.