Yes, really. I'm on holiday this week, supposedly fitting a
new master bathroom.
We have what is euphemistically known as "private drainage" here. The
system is nearly 30 years old, so it's not exactly "state of the art".
The fresh toilet flushings (and everything else) goes into a
settlement/digestion system called a "Klargester", (readers will have
seen those large green fibreglass spheres on trucks; that's what they
are). Once the solids have settled out, the "grey water" flows by
gravity into a concrete holding tank, where it's pumped out by a float
operated submerisible pump into a ditch in the farmer's field next
door. (This is no longer legal, BTW). I dug out the pipe end a couple
of weeks ago, in case it was full of roots or something. (Spent an hour
in the ditch thinking "Please Ghod, don't let me fall over"). The
pump's been dicky for a few weeks, tripping the RCD and/or not
switching on when the tank's full.
I rebuilt the pump about 10 years ago, and swore I'd replace it when it
next went bang. This morning, the tank was full and the pump silent. No
amount of percussive maintenance had any effect, so I dug up (literally
- it's under the lawn) the submersible junction box and found there was
no electricity there. The RCD was OK, so I check the fuse. Nothing.
Replace the fuse. Pop. Back to the junction box and the pump's a short
circuit. I'm not rebuilding it again, so I call the place it came from.
£200 for a replacement. Not that bad. The old one was £235, 13 years
ago. Haul the old pump out, and realise that the exit pipe isn't
actually black. It's yellow. Replace pump. The stainless steel Jubilee
clips I used before have a singular problem - the screw mechanism *isn't*
stainless, so the bands are shiney and the screw mechanism has corroded
away. Pump out tank. Adjust float switch. Shorten pipe. The new pump
has a different exit arrangement to the old one. (Flygt pumps are
apparently long gone. Good, given their level of cutomer service the
last time I needed parts.) The new one is Italian, which inspires
So, I'm shattered and slightly malodorous. My wife painted the bathroom
ceiling, so the day hasn't been a complete loss.
Why do we do this?
"The road to Paradise is through Intercourse."
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