The Plumber's Mate
One of the exciting opportunities in retirement is the potential to become embroiled in other people's projects especially, in my case, Mister E's.
As I made reference recently, he has been flushing out our central heating system and so, unsurprisingly I have been enlisted as a plumber's mate. Initially this involved no more than online research with a view to making what were dismissed as unhelpful suggestions. This was followed fairly quickly by providing copious mugs of tea together with motivational phrases like, "I think we should call a real plumber out."
Ultimately, however, I gained promotion to manual assistant and was deployed to watch for drips and then, after Mister E was satisfied he'd drained it, to help lever a radiator away from its connection pipes.
Surely by now I should know better, so I won't even ask you to guess which one of us it was who got sprayed in black sludge along with the wall and carpet and despite the protective cover on the floor that is never sufficient in such circumstances.
At least I can confirm that we found the blockage, even if it did free itself all over me.
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