In which I behave (almost) like a rational being

[desperance]

Okay. This morning I have:

cleared the outside drain, in case that was causing a blockback (it did once get so clotted up that the bath wouldn't drain at all);

filled the bath, and drained it;

checked that water was in fact flowing out, because it really barely shows;

wondered if perhaps it's always been this slow, just that it used to gurgle a lot and sound busier, and now it is entirely silent;

stood in the kitchen and waited for drips;

observed dripping;

cursed and muttered;

fetched Loathsome Screwdriver and approached the end-panel that Malcolm fixed yesterday;

removed necessary screws, and hence panel;

reached about under bath to find damp patch, and thus identify leaky joint.


Yup, done all that. Before coffee, yet.


What I haven't done?

Contact Simon, in pursuit of plumber. *sigh*