Im the fixer of all things kaputt and I can turn my hand to almost anything now. Except drilling holes, christ knows how dangerous I am with one of those lil flamers!
Belle has a habit of not flushing the loo on every visit and this recent episode of blocked lavvy syndrome was down to her using (what seemed like) 75 sheets of andrex's finest loo roll. I flushed and flushed and flushed and the water rose nearer the top each time. GAH! Like I can afford a plumber at this time of year. Time to ring the old man. He suggested finding something plasticky and long. I opted for plasticky and short (its all we had) and decided I had to go in there like a erm, man? So I made like an infantry soldier going over the top of the trenches and I took a run with my prize cooking spatula (God rest its soul) and plunged the damn thing down, then under and then up... you know how those stoopid u-bends work, right? I gave it a jiggly wiggly and freed the gloop of matted loo roll, retrieved my hand from its watery grave and flushed. HOORAY! I am the dyno-rod of all mothers, the plumber of all "do-it-yourself" and self proclaimed saviour of our water convenience. Needless to say Belle has been given the lavvy lecture and suffice to say it wasnt a poopy job or else I would be bleaching my hands for weeks to come.
Ive got no pictures except for the Self Portrait Saturday shot I have used for this weeks Her Space - My Space.
Mumbly Crimbo my sweet freinds