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.
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.
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?