Chain reaction
I went to drape some clothes on a radiator a couple of weeks ago to give them an airing.
There was a couch that backed onto the radiator so I moved it out a bit.
The radiator fell off the wall.
Fuck!
Whoever mounted the damn thing hadn’t used decent enough screws and they had all pulled out. So there I was with the couch pulled out a bit and the radiator leaning against it at a crazy angle. It’s a very large double radiator so was etremely heavy and I couldn’t push it back. I had to leave it and luckily there were no leaks.
A couple of days ago a chap came out to re mount it. I would have done it myself only a) it was too fucking heavy for me and b) I wanted someone to blame if it went wrong.
He did a brilliant job. Little two-inch screws were replaced with big fuck-off four inch ones, with decent wall plugs, and an extra bracket was mounted as well. Rock solid. Brilliant.
Yesterday I was walking through the room an I realised I was leaving ripples on the carpet. The fucking thing was leaking! I checked everywhere and narrowed it down to the pipe that fed the radiator which had apparently split when the thing fell off the wall.
Bollox!
I don’t blame the bloke who did the earlier mounting. He couldn’t have noticed the split and everything had been fine when he left. It must have ruptured when I set the pump to purge air from the system yesterday morning.
I phoned Yer Man and he came back again, straight away. He’s in there now, paddling around the front room. He had to knock a fair chunk out of the wall to make room for a pipe joint so it looks a bit messy, but he has replaced the shitty old plastic piping with decent copper so it should last longer than myself, which is all I care about.
Herself has barricaded herself into the attic on account of the noise. She hasn’t seen the hole in the wall yet, nor the latest damage to the floor.
I just know she’s going to bitch about the hole. I can whack a bit of filler into that so that’s not a problem. But I just know she’s going to demand a new carpet and am in for a lot of grief over the next while.
Whoda thunk that a too short screw could lead to nagging for a new carpet?
Bugger!
Whoda thunk that a too short screw could lead to nagging for a new carpet?
Any married man, that’s who!
Words of wisdom and bitter experience…..
That will only be the start of it.
The new carpet won’t match the decor, so you’ll have to redecorate, and then the new decor won’t match the furniture, and so it goes
Nah! I’ll wait for the swimming pool to dry out than I’ll just steam clean it. I’ll tell her it’s a new carpet and wasn’t I lucky to find an exact match of the pattern.
Plastic pipe feeding a (hopefully) metal radiator? Really?
I like your idea about the carpet though.
The blokes who did the installations did a brilliant job [laying pipes throughout the house including through a two foot solid granite wall without disturbing any of the floorboards] apart from their insistence on using plastic piping. Bloody pipes have kinked and leaked since – including one being eaten by a rat causing a major leak – so gradually they are being replaced with copper as problems are fixed.
The gas man cometh. Flanders and Swann.
Google.
Ye gods! I well remember Flanders and Swann. I must be a veritable antiquity.
I actually went to see them on stage as a kid. A rare visit to the theatre.
“Mud. Mud. Glorious mud……”!
“he hasn’t seen the hole in the wall yet, nor the latest damage to the floor”
Herself has had a sex change? what interesting times we live in…. 😀
Edited. [*sigh*]