Plumbing disaster Part 2.

Yesterday we did get back from the builders' merchants with all the goodies required and our darling plumber finally left at 7pm, having spent the entire day fixing up our errant plumbing. You can see what the house looked like after a panic stricken scattering of all the books to save them from further soaking.

We came to the conclusion that this was an expensive lesson (about £120), but at least we should never do this again hopefully. This mishap was occasioned by an unfortunate confluence of circumstance made up of 3 things:
1. leaving in a hurry and not draining the system;
2. Roy deciding to stay in BP the whole three weeks;
3. the most unseasonably freezing weather these parts have seen for 50 years.
I personally believe that we were just very unlucky with the direction of the wind, which must have buffeted the long Northern wall so much that all the pipes froze on that side.

Tomorrow it is the AGM of the block in BP, so we have to go in, which is a pain as I need a rest after all this hassle. I have only finished the bookshelves late this afternoon and am still drying about twenty or so books on the washing line.