We had been contemplating renovations for this season. There's a long list. The exterior paint job on the house still isn't finished. The gutters need replacing. The driveway could use some gravel. The front door has a pretty serious draft. All important fixes and just the tip of the iceberg.
Houses are like that aren't they? It's true. Especially houses circa 1890. They have an agenda all their own.
It all started when Jody left town. The upstairs bath started to drain slower .. and slower ...... and slower ......... until it completely stopped. That was frustrating but workable. It’s amazing what a little vinegar and baking soda can accomplish. I got it running again, somewhat. When Jody came home he decided to look at the plumbing. Just lift up the ceiling tiles in the downstairs bath and take a peek at the pipes ....... No. That's NOT going to happen.
|Our downstairs bath has ceiling tiles we can lift to access the upstairs plumbing|
|look up... way up..|
That should have been the end of the story. But it wasn’t. Of course. Two weeks later I was cleaning the bath and I hear Jody yell STOP WHATEVER IT IS YOU’RE DOING!!!!! You see, we hadn’t patched up that hole in the ceiling yet. Turns out that was a blessing and a curse. There is a leak. Had we patched up the hole we would not have known. But we didn’t and now we do. And my frustration level is rising. Little wonder really. The plastic backing in the surround is full of cracks. Cracks that are leaking into the wall.
|Definitely not the most stylish bath you've ever seen. The oh so lovely plastic walls in the bath are the culprit.|