Promised myself I'd get home early today. It's been a hard week.
Nice little job for a company on a local industrial estate, 10 mins from home, various simples maintenance items.
One of which was 'downstairs gents toilet has a funny smell'. Easy enough to spot why - elderly WC connector was leaking. Loads of silicone from previous repair attempts. Only option was a new one.
Off to Wickes for a WC connector with waste. Placed signs on upstairs ladies & gents & downstairs ladies 'out of order - do not use'.
Undid overflow, removed screws from base & cistern, turned off service valve & undid supply. Removed old pan connector - and heard the unmistakable sound of an upstairs WC being flushed! Luckily enough I had the Wickes carrier bag in my hand - and stuffed it into the soil pipe just in time.
Replaced connector, put everything else back in place, no problems - proper job.
Just about to leave at 5:10pm when on final inspection I spotted a slight drip on the cistern supply. "I'll just nip that up half a turn" - and the bloody plastic ball valve thread split!
Off to B&Q for a new ball valve, just at peak time when the estate was emptying out - finally got home at 7:15.
Urgent appointment with beer!