He’s just turned two.
I noticed my washing machine making weird noises, and went to check. Lo and behold, water was gushing out of the safety valve on the water heater, that’s in the same room. I’ve recently been on a household appliance roll, so I thought to myself: OK, one more for the books. I also pulled the plug on the thing and switched off its water supply.
On to make the phone rounds to the 1002 plumbers of the area – none of whom, I was sure, would be able to help me on a Friday afternoon. (Why do these things always happen on a Friday afternoon??? Yes, I know Murphy’s Law, but ALWAYS???)
I was able to reach various helpful professionals by phone (Yo, Mr. Murphy, you’re slacking!), and so I’ve been in the pump house to check the water pressure, crawled behind the heater to look for a thingy that was supposed to be there somewhere, and manually assessed pressure in the kitchen sink. Until one of them suggested I turn the wheel just above the valve – to see if it had somehow gotten dislodged. Hey, presto! When I turned the water supply back on – no leak!
So… I very strongly suspect Miracle Boy. Bad, bad mum, but I do… The valve is at floor level, you see, and that wheel probably looks awfully tempting to a thug in the making.
In the middle of writing this, I had to wrestle him for a shampoo bottle and wash half its former contents off the bathroom floor.
It was him. I just know it. Where can I get baby-sized handcuffs? Any tips?
Stumble it!
