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11-1-2006

There was some obstruction in the wateroutlet of the shower.
That happens, doesn't it?

So the father of the kids bought some of that stuff that takes care of it, gives two bottles of it in my hand and tells me to take care of it.
Ha!!!

I'm OK with that.
I already long know that the man in the house as being the caretaker of all those repairs and corrections is only a dream created by men.

So he's out to do the groceries and I go upstairs to take care of the problem.

First do the washbasin.
Done in a few minutes.

Then the bath.
Nothing happens appart from some dirt coming out, and it has such a constitution that I can't understand where it comes from.
According to how it should, I pour boiling water on it, and the stuff bubbles and that's it.
The obstuction is complete. Never happened before.

Well, it's dinner time, so I consider "Rice Prolly", but the oldest offers to make frites/french fries. I make the salad and we all have a good diner.

Then one of the kids mentions the bath doesn't work yet.
I tell him to hush up, but it's already too late.

The "man in the house" goes upstairs and I hear watersounds.
Then he runs up and down with boiling water.
As one pour of boiling water should do the trick, I get curious,
but I can't see anything else than his big bum sticking out of the door.

He tells me HE doesn't need help, in such a tone that I have, for a short moment, a vision of me sticking a meatfork in the part that stocks out of the door.

Don't ask me why it sticks out there. The bathroom is big enough to keep him completely in. LOL!

I tell him the only solution is to get the wooden board from the foreside and then take a bucket and slowly turn the pipe and let the water out bit by bit, and when the bath is empty turn it off completely and clear the obstruction.
And not to turn the thing in the bath with a screwdriver.

Not even five minutes later we hear a strange sound in the kitchen.

Water is leaking from behind the closets.....

That nut had turned...yep.

Water everywhere!!

And he doesn't understand.
"I've put it back in and screwed it OK."

"Told you it doesn't fit when you bring it together from the upper part only."

So one of the sons jumped in, got the wooden board off and found....yep...a "bath" under the bath...quickly dripping empty, down in my kitchen".

Then he,, you know, the large stupid one, comes down with the pipe.
"They've filled it with concrete."

"Can't be, as they have been working on the tiles 7 years ago, and we've never had a problem with the concrete."

"Oh it sure is concrete."

So I want to see it and it looks like the anti-obstructionstuff that has been wet and hasn't been poured over with boiling water.

So I tell him to put the pipe in boiling water.

He refuses, so I know I'm right.

That nut has been using the anti-obstructionstuff without taking the effort to pour boiling water over it.
He has prolly(=probably) forgotten.

So I make some coffee and sit down, he's addicted so sits down too, and one of the boys puts the pipe in boiling water.

Then he agrees I'm right. He has been using the stuff and is forgotten to tell me.... yes, and he's forgotten to pour boiling water over it.

Now the pipe is repaired.
The wall between the bathroom and kitchen is wet, and I can only hope the neighbours get no problems and won't warn the owner of the house.
We can't put the wooden board back, because the whole floor is wet, the bathroom is one big mess, because they had thrown the bottles of shamppo and such aside, the laundry etc.
And it stinks like a new house that has had days of rain inside.
I tried to tidy a bit, but couldn't breathe and got an asthma-attack.

I'm OK now, apart from being terribly angry.

I asked them to wash themselves at the tap downstairs for one time, and to have a shave in the kitchen, like he did when we had visitors to sleep over some time ago.
But he can't. He says he can't.

Me oh my, I wonder how it's possible he can dress himself. LOL!

Grrrrrrrrrr

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