The man-in-the-know (also known as the landlord) came and fiddled with the pipe and after about an hour of fiddling he declared it leak free. He tried the shower for several minutes and no water was coming, so great!
When I took a shower on Sunday I wasn't as trusting though and put a bathmat in a strategic place. Which was wet after my shower. It still leaked. I got down on all fours and then down on my stomach to try and locate the leak. Which I found easily: it was still dripping. I couldn't fix it though.
I had understood somebody would be along to repair the leak and stuff on Tuesday. Perhaps next Tuesday, because I didn't see anybody yesterday! But my laundry basket was overflowing and I wanted to be able to use the shower without having towels everywhere.
|My birthday present of several years ago! Very much wanted!!|
Of course: the gas tape! The tape used to close the possible gaps for gas pipes. I don't have any gas in this small wooden cottage in the Norwegian countryside, but a leaky pipe is a leaky pipe!
Running the washing machine after fixing(?) the leak was a nervous undertaking. All the dirty towels were heaped where it might leak and I checked about every two minutes! But I am glad and very proud to be able to say: the leak is no more.
See, all it takes was a woman!!