Plastic Plumbing? And lose the ability to recite through the swear word dictionary?
As you may tell, I'm not looking forward to the task. But it has to be done, so just grin and bear it.
Last time I plumbed in there I tightened all compression joints apart from one (you can probably guess where this story is going).
My mother in law was downstairs, so I asked her to keep a look out for anything unusual when I went up into the loft (two storey house plus loft) and opened the valve to re-fill the central-heating header tank.
Once I opened the valve (not full bore) I then climbed back down the loft ladder then went to the radiator to check on its progress and bleed it. A minute or so later I hear the mother-in-law request my presence downstair. When I got there all she could ask was "Did you mean for there to be water dripping off the light pendant" as she points at the still-on light with water dripping off the bottom of the bulb! I cursed, switched off the light, bolted up the loft to close the header tank then armed myself with a pair of water-pump pliers and charged quite rapidly into the aforementioned fourteen-inch crawl way. Truthfully, you can't crawl in that space, it's more a sort of "worm" action, so as I am worming my way to the plumbing site I have to push the pliers ahead of me. And then the final straw: in my haste to get to the site I pushed the pliers a little too far and watched them disappear down the cavity wall with an ominous rattling sound.... Keeeeeyyyyriiiiiiiiist!
A loud shouted request for my son to get me a spare pair of pliers, a scramble backwards, a tightening of the one loose joint and vowing to never venture in there again was the outcome.
Until now, of course.
Mungo :-_