February 15, 2006

• A Date with a U-Bend

  This was, I orginally thought, a date with two blocked U-bends, but the U-bends themselves proved to be surprisingly gunk-free.  Not so the outflow from the dishwasher, which was a little more manky, but, by the time I'd unscrewed and screwed back every single connection under the sink, I'd come to the following conclusions.

  
  

  
  
  1. That the issue my sink has with draining (it is incredibly slow) probably has more to do with the horizontal pipe next the wall than the u-bends themselves
  
  
  2. That said pipe requires the localised application of "something caustic" in the shape of some Mr Muscle Drain unblocker and not my sense of humour.  There is manky stuff in there.
  
  
  3. That said pipe could do with being raised at the end nearest the washing machine
  
  
  4. That the u-bend under the smaller basin in the sink, into which the dishwasher feeds, could do with being lengthened a little to reduce the amount of water that flows up into the little sink when the dishwasher runs.
  
  
  5. That sink plunging may well go a little better if we temporarily detatch the washing machine from the pipes, and stick a cap over the end of the pipe that it would be attached to, and then go at it with vim and elan.
  
  
  6. That I need to go to the plumbers' merchants reasonably soon, so that I can indulge in home-plumbing part deux.
  
  
  7. That I've managed to retrieve most of the lost 'magic balls' from the u-bends.

  
  

  I had a really rather nice evening.  I got to the armhole shaping on Joy (I'm considering some short row shaping and a three needle bind off on the shoulders).  I ate macaroni cheese (vastly improved by the addition of a little mustard and some strong cheese to the wheat free sauce).  I ate chocolate ice cream and jelly beans (look, my hormonal little stomach wanted everything).  It was all going beautifully until Jo and Andy got back from whateveritwas they were doing, with some leaflets about speed dating at the Lush bar tomorrow (have they not grasped that Wednesday is Morris Night?) for me, and embarked on a discussion as to whether Benton Fraser is gay or not.  I say not.  You know, it doesn't seem to matter what we're watching, but Andy has to say something caustic.  Maybe I should stick him down the horizontal pipe at the back of the sink.  Nah.  He's all hairy.

  
  

  Anyhow.  I must get on.  My PA's just absconded on holiday to New Zealand leaving me with several tons of information to collate.  It is very much in my interest to collate this.  It will make planning so much easier.  Plus, since he's not back for a fortnight and then some, I've just realised that I can eat his Turkish Delight with impunity.

  
  

  xxx

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