This afternoon was spent with me curled up on the couch watching Gone With The Wind, while Stick shouted “Yeah, Rhett! Git ‘er done!” at appropriate moments. I got up to fill the electric kettle at the bathroom sink, when Stick darted out onto the balcony.
“Wait! Turn the water back on!” he said. “Now off! Now on! Off! On! Off! On!”
“Can we play this game when she’s not trying to save Tara?” I asked.
“Come look! Every time you use the bathroom sink, water pours out from where the tank used it be.”
Stick was right, water was coming out of the pipe that used to be attached to our dearly departed water heater but now goes nowhere. We could get a trickle or a stream depending on whether we turned on the hot tap or the cold. It also made some cool gurgling noises, until Stick did some kind of plumbing magic called shutting off the valves. I’m not sure what that is or why the plumber didn’t do it, but now water doesn’t pour onto the floor, which is a goodthing for us and for our downstairs neighbors.
I’m slightly concerned about all this. See, the old heater was connected to the gas and to the water, and now I know the water lines weren’t properly disconnected…