The Comfort of a Plan B

With apologies to DIY husbands everywhere. We all have our limitations. 🙂

“Why spend money on a plumber? I can change these taps myself. Nothing to it,” Frank announced when Reyanne showed him one of the kitchen taps was leaking into the cupboard below.

“Of course you can,” Reyanne assured him.

Half an hour later he returned from Home SuperMart with a new set of taps and began to study the instructions.

Reyanne was quite comfortable with the situation. Frank meant well, though being a shoe salesman, his plumbing skills weren’t top notch. But Plan B was in place. While Frank was out buying the taps, she’d phoned several local plumbers and found one who could come on short notice. She’d put the man on speed dial.

Frank wandered out to the garage and came back with a pipe wrench that he tightened around the drain under the sink. Before long he gave a grunt of frustration. “It isn’t supposed to be this hard to get apart.”

Reyanne grabbed her phone when she heard a metallic clank followed by the sound of water splashing. She was already hitting speed dial when Frank yelled, “We’re going to need to get a plumber!”

The plumber agreed to come ASAP, then instructed her how to shut off the main valve in the basement. She managed to do that while Frank got a grip on the water hoses trying to splash him.

Plan B is a wonderful invention, Reylene thought,

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12 thoughts on “The Comfort of a Plan B

  1. Haha! I enjoyed this. We are renovating at the moment its a Victorian school house. As such the tired lady has hidden ailments that leap out to surprise us. The husband is adept at most of the tasks himself but is giving in to hiring a plasterer; he can, but hates the task.

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  2. Sorry I pressed SEND too soon … me and technology haven’t yet become best friends. 😕😯 But back to your post:
    Once I was with a man who couldn’t even paint, ( we were as poor as church mice are hungry) so I taught myself. I would tackle decorating, a bit of electrical and woodwork, these were my limits. But plumbing … once he tried hanging the kids school photo, the nail straight in a water pipe caused flooding you wouldn’t believe. The insurance coughed up for a new carpet, sofa and decoration; the only new things we ever owned. So I can empathise with your story. I am pleased I don’t have that worry…or life… any more.

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    • Thanks for your comments. I did a bit of typo corrections on this one — trust you don’t mind. A nail straight into a water pipe isn’t the wisest thing to do. Usually you don’t find them running through a living room wall, so it must have been quite the flood!
      I did a bit of papering and painting when I was younger and we owned our own house, but it’s like I often told friends: The only kind of wood I know how to work with is a pencil. And we’ve mostly lived in rented houses, so haven’t needed to learn much about renovating.

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