Okay, so we needed a plumber. The new house was beginning to smell like raw sewage. That’s NEVER a good sign. So I called a plumber to come out to find out what’s wrong. We can’t have raw sewage seeping into the walls. Especially with a baby.
So the plumber who arrived is quite handsome. I’m not convinced that he knows what he’s doing, but I hired him anyway. He quoted pretty reasonably, and it has been fun watching him work. He breaks all of the cliches about plumbers.
There’s no crack. There’s no bald patch. He’s more Eenrique Iglesias with a wrench.
But now he has ripped open my walls. I’m not having so much fun watching him anymore. He’s not my favourite person this week. My lovely new home now has holes in the dining room.