Three more days and I get to go back out to the field. Soon, so soon.
Hazel discovered the bathroom sink when she was a kitten.
This post is for casual conversation if you don’t feel like making a post of your own.
Three more days and I get to go back out to the field. Soon, so soon.
Hazel discovered the bathroom sink when she was a kitten.
This post is for casual conversation if you don’t feel like making a post of your own.
Downstairs toilet is leaking. It has, over the past week, slowly driven me insane. Finally went to the store and got a replacement fill unit and flapper valve.
Tried to turn the water off and the supply valve is stuck in the on position. So I can’t actually turn the water off. Neat. Tied the float in the up position so I can at least keep the tank dry.
Replaced the flapper valve and it still leaks. Realized the overflow pipe is probably responsible. Grabbed it to check for leaks and it broke off in my hand.
Went back to the store for a can of WD-40 and a replacement overflow valve. Store doesn’t sell them. I’d have to buy a whole new assembly, and installing it means pulling the tank off. Which I can’t do because I can’t shut off the water.
Fast forward to now. I’m regularly hosing down the supply valve with WD-40 in case it magically starts working. I’ve marine cemented the overflow tube back in place. It’s curing right now. The float is still tied up like some kind of plumbing David Carradine.
I’ll know whether the fix worked this evening. I still need to replace the supply valve and it would be nice to actually have a new fill unit.
I hate this toilet so much.