Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Plumbing
Most of my life I have been blessed with what my Dad calls 'brawn' in various shapes and sizes; that is, people - usually men, who come charging to my rescue whenever I'm faced with an unpleasant situation such as heavy bags and steep stairs at train stations, various DIY/house upkeep tasks, and of course car stuff such as oil and water checking. Now, to satisfy all the feminists reading this I know I can do all these things myself, but frankly I prefer not to have to. Unfortunately as most people are aware I currently live in Africa and most of the people I might usually call upon to perform such tasks are either on furlough or live on a different continent. I have previously proved my worth as a flatmate when I managed to fix our gas bottle when it wasn't sending the gas to our stove (although admittedly that was partially on the advice of a 'brawn' and the guy from the shop carried the gas bottle upstairs for us). Today was another opportunity for me to prove my previously hidden gifts for independence as I was fairly fed up with waiting three hours for the kitchen sink to empty of water. So, I rolled up my sleeves (metaphorically of course, real sleeves in this heat would be ridiculous) and took the pipe-thing out, cleaned it and fixed all our problems with just a nailfile and a roll of kitchen roll. And it worked! The water drains and everything, although the nailfile is ruined. I'm feeling very pleased with myself right now. I wonder what I'll amaze myself with next... Maybe I can make shelves or something?
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