Janette Kenny

Trickle, drip, drip, drip…

I’m in the basement when I hear the toilet flush on the first floor. As I don’t live alone, this is nothing unusal. Until I hear a steady trickle of water hitting the basement floor in the furnace room.

I rush in there, dreading what I’ll find. Water is on the floor. More water is dripping from the pipe leading to the toilet. This needs to be repaired ASAP. The only consolation here is that it’s just water.

So instead of getting to my writing this morning as I’m planned, I’m calling a plumber. Ugh.

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