It’s been all change here over the last few weeks, with Nephew #1 and NOL moving up to Christchurch and into my backyard. There’s been a lot of coming and going of both sets of parents to get them settled in, and to do some much-needed work to clear trees and make the back of the garden habitable. There’s still a bit to be done, but my new neighbours are in residence now, and our arrangement is so far working well – we’re settling into a nice balance of being neighbourly without being too intrusive into each others’ lives.
Still a bit of a shock though to look out my kitchen window and remember there’s a giant caravan out there!
Because of the steady stream of visitors and other disruptions, I haven’t managed to get a lot of craft projects done (or video editing – my backlog of half-edited videos is getting huge again, and it’s been a few weeks since I’ve managed to post anything. Good thing I’m not planning on being a professional YouTuber, because I’m doing everything wrong if I want to grow my subscribers!).
I have kept up with my various quiltalongs though. The Sugaridoo one is the one I’m enjoying most – I really love how the latest row turned out:
All the different rows are slightly different lengths at the moment, but that’ll all be sorted out in the final construction. And we’re not doing the rows in order, so that’s not the order they’ll be in in the finished quilt, which is why the colour combination looks a bit odd at the moment. If I’ve planned my colours correctly, they should make a lot more sense once its finished 🙂
I’ve developed a small obsession with making (or at least, starting to make – I’ve got three under construction, and none finished (yeah, doesn’t sound like me, I know 😉 )) table runners at the moment. They’re a nice way of trying out ideas without committing to a full quilt. Of course, it means I’m going to have a whole collection of table runners and nothing to do with them… I’m obviously going to have to throw a lot of dinner parties or something!
I did manage to finish a small placemat with the leftovers of one of the table runners (it was also a bit of a test for the binding technique I was trying out. It didn’t quite work out, but I did manage to figure out what went wrong, so the table runner version should be better). Nephew reckons it looks like a map of central Christchurch, with its mixture of grey and green squares.
What also might look like an obsession is chicken pincushions, seeing as I’ve made two more, and have plans for a further two. But really it’s just because I wanted three pincushions, so I could have one in each place I normally need one – one by my cutting mat, one by my sewing machine, and one to sit in the lounge where I normally do any handsewing of bindings etc. And the chicken pattern is quick and easy to make, and looks cute. But then when Niece was up the other day, she saw my chickens and fell in love with them, so I let her pick out some fabrics and promised I’d make her a couple. So that’s on my sewing to-do list too.
So it seems I can either write blog posts, or I can record videos. Doing either one seems to sap my creative energy for doing the other (or maybe it’s just that doing one makes me forget about the other). Which is a roundabout way of saying I’ve been even more terrible than usual at keeping up with this blog. I have been having a lot of fun with YouTube though 🙂
In the meantime, life has been a combination of busy, exciting, and expensive. Especially expensive, and especially this month. At the same time as various opportunities arose to spend vast amounts of money on cool things, various existing expensive things decided to break and need immediate replacing.
Cool thing number one was that I finally got all my paperwork together to get my passport renewed. Which was a bit more paperwork than normal, because I took the (some may say sudden and drastic, although I have actually been thinking about it for a couple of years, ever since they announced the law change to make it possible) step of getting my gender marker changed to an X. I am now officially, at least in the eyes of the Department of Internal Affairs, outside the gender binary!
(Hopefully I’ve successfully blurred/obscured all of the important identity-theft-enabling bits of that photo!)
It actually was much less complicated a process than I expected. All I had to do was sign a statutory declaration in front of a JP, and then go through the process of a complete new passport application rather than just a renewal. The most difficult thing was getting the photo done, because you have to use the paper forms (because they haven’t updated the on-line process yet), so I needed to find somewhere I could get old-fashioned printed passport photos, instead of the digital format most places do now (it turns out Post Shops still do them, in case anyone else ever needs one).
It’s hard to describe just how happy I am to see that one little letter in my passport! (Though also a tiny bit nervous about whether it will cause any problems at borders – in theory it shouldn’t, because it’s a perfectly valid passport issued under NZ law, but who knows what border officials will choose to be nit-picky about. Oh well, I’ll get to test it out in November… which brings us to the next exciting expense…)
The next cool thing was (now that I finally had my new passport so I could) booking flights to go to the NZ-AUS Bookcrossing uncon in Tasmania. It’s going to be a small, very informal uncon along similar lines to Stewart Island – basically just hanging out together on a (slightly larger :-)) island, doing a few touristy things, but nothing too planned. Just a long weekend, but I’m really looking forward to it. Plus I get to add another Australian state to my list of places I’ve visited (only Northern Territory to go…).
The third cool thing is I bought myself a GoPro! It hasn’t arrived yet, but I should get it in a week or so. Totally stupid thing to buy when I’d just spent a lot of money on Tasmania (it’s not the cheapest place to get to from NZ – even though it’s closer to NZ than the rest of Australia, there’s no direct flights, so you have to fly via Melbourne), but I’d been looking at them longingly ever since I started playing round with the YouTube thing, and the opportunity came up to save a couple of hundred dollars on one, so it was too good to miss. So once that arrives, expect me to get even worse at blogging than I am now… (you might as well just give up following me here, and subscribe to my YouTube channel instead)
And then, having spent all that money, the Word Festival programme came out. And there were so many things I wanted to go to. And last time, when I managed to miss out on some of the best sessions due to indecision, I told myself that next time I’d just book tickets to everything that interested me, and take time off work if necessary, and see all the things. So I did. Including a day-trip to Kaikoura to go whale watching with two whale experts on Tuesday, and something like eight other ordinary festival events between Thursday and Sunday. Plus I’ve got a few more free events I may go to if I haven’t completely exhausted myself dashing around all the events I’ve booked for. So it’s going to be a very busy week this week!
And then there were the less fun expenses. First, my lawnmower died. Mini-Gwilk, who does my lawns for me, came in looking sheepish one day and said something along the lines of “Um, was I supposed to put oil in the lawnmower or something? Because it’s stopped working, and there’s black smoke coming out.” Luckily, it didn’t turn out to be *too* expensive to repair, but it was a bit of a pain, because I don’t have a car (and taxis for some reason aren’t keen on carrying dirty old garden equipment in their nice clean cars), so had to beg lifts from friends (many many many thanks, Mr Harvestbird!!!) to get it to the repair place and picked up again afterwards, and the repair place is only open on Saturday mornings, which required a lot of coordination with said friends. But all was managed in the end, and I now have a nicely working lawnmower (and instructions from repair guy about what to tell mini-Gwilk what not to do next time).
And then, because black smoke is apparently not dramatic enough, I turned on my oven and the fan unit started shooting out bright white sparks and flames. Cue FutureCat scrambling to switch it off at the wall! Luckily all of the dramatic stuff was confined to the inside of the oven, so there was no risk of the fire spreading, but it was still pretty exciting for a moment there. And then depressing, when I contacted my friendly electrician, and he confirmed that it probably wasn’t worth him even coming out to look at it, because I almost certainly needed to buy a new one (and that 18 years is actually pretty old for an appliance). And then he improved my mood substantially by offering to source a new one for me (and even better, only charge me cost + his time, with no extra markup), which was a great relief, because I really wasn’t looking forward to devoting my entire weekend to trawling through whiteware shops with no real idea of what was good vs what was just marketing hype. He managed to find me a decent brand (Westinghouse) at trade prices, which even with his time plus the installation cost still cost me way less than it would have to buy retail (and I’d still have had to pay installation anyway), so I was very happy with that, even though it’s an expense I would have rather not had at all (or at least, not this month – though I wasn’t going to wait any longer to replace the oven – even just the couple of weeks I was without it while waiting for it to be delivered was much longer than I ever want to eat microwaved meals for ever again!)
So that was my horrifically expensive August. I haven’t added up everything I’ve spent this month, and I don’t think I want to! Oh well, this is why I have an emergency savings account, for times exactly like this. Just hope nothing else expensive happens for a while, so I can top it back up again…
In crafty news, the main thing I’ve been working on are quilts for the two mini-Harvestbirds (who have declared their official internet pseudonyms to be “Harmony” and “Millie”). It started off as a fun idea – I’d design a couple of simple quilts, let them pick the fabrics, and participate in the layout process so they’ll feel like they’d had a hand in the design, and, as a bonus, turn the whole thing into a series of YouTube videos. I should have remembered that old rule about never working with children or animals though, because things didn’t entirely go according to plan. Harmony’s quilt went perfectly (despite me messing up my initial calculations for the block measurements) – she was so excited about the idea of being in a YouTube video (suitably anonymised, of course) that I think she would have agreed to anything I suggested. She was totally happy with the design, with the fabric choices I offered, with everything, really. All went smoothly, we sewed the first few blocks together, and then after the kids had left, I was able to quickly whip up the rest of the blocks over a lazy weekend. The blocks are now sitting waiting for a free weekend when I can invite the kids over again to help me design the final layout of the quilts.
Millie, on the other hand, was a different matter. I forgot just how much she has very much her own tastes and opinions on things, so she rejected my first few suggestions, and there was much scrabbling through half-thought-out sketches in my design book before we found one she liked. Which I then had to turn from sketch into actual design on the spot… which was a fun challenge 🙂 I have to say though, she’s got very good taste – the colour combinations she wanted are going to look amazing, and I suspect I’m going to be very pleased with the finished quilt. The only problem is, it’s an incredibly complex design (it’s one I had in my book as a “one day, when I’ve got time” idea), so it’s definitely not one I’ll get finished in an afternoon. So far I’ve managed to cut out all the pieces, and sew the 96 (!!!) half-square triangles it needs for the main stars (and that doesn’t include all the snowballed corners I’ll need for the sashing stars). And I haven’t even begun to sew the actual blocks (other than the one I quickly sewed on the day the kids were here, so she could see what they’d end up like). Given how busy the next couple of weekends are going to be, part two of the video might not happen for a while.
It is going to be a gorgeous-looking quilt, though:
In case you haven’t already seen it, here’s the video of part one of the process:
In the meantime, I gave the girls another mini-quilt for their dolls, while they wait for their actual quilts. Once again I had one of those practice quilt sandwiches I’d been trying out various FMQ ideas and exercises on (you might be able to identify a few recent projects on there), so I squared it up and stuck a quick binding on it.
I actually reckon it looks not bad for a bunch of random practice stuff 🙂
(Oh, and if you were wondering, no, I haven’t abandoned the Block of the Whenever – I’ve just been distracted by other things. Once I get these two quilts finished, I’m definitely going back to it)
Otherwise, I have as usual been busy with all sorts of interesting things, none of which I can remember off the top of my head right now. I feel like I’ve been being excessively social this year!
Just this weekend I went to a feminist poetry reading with Harvestbird on Friday night (which was being run by step-sister, so I also caught up with her briefly before the show), which featured some really amazing local poets (Tusiata Avia being the most notable, and also the most incredible to listen to – I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy hearing her perform her poetry). And then last night I played D&D with Gwilk and some other friends. I was playing a wizard for the first time ever, which meant a lot of new rules to learn, but was fun to try out – I can see a lot of potential in the character (though I think Thokk will always be my favourite).
And last weekend was another D&D game, plus going out for dinner with the LGBT+ meetup group, and the weekend before that I went to the Botanic D’Lights festival (see video below) with Lytteltonwitch, and a stash swap, and in between there’s been various work events, and I’m exhausted just writing this, but it’s actually all been a huge amount of fun. I feel like I’m finally figuring out the right amount of social stuff that stays enjoyable without making me want to go and hide in a corner for a few days 🙂
Do do do do, do do do-do dooo… sorry, accidentally segued into bad 80s music there. But I’m all packed, the house is tidy, I’ve left a note for my house-sitter, and in an hour or so Lytteltonwitch will turn up and we’ll be off to the airport. And about 35 hours and 5 airports later, we’ll be in Greece!
I could definitely do with a holiday, because this week has been even more chaotic than usual. Work was super busy, of course, trying to get everything completed and/or handed over to colleagues before I disappear for a month. Plus I had to try and write sufficient notes for myself on the data coding I’m in the middle of for my thesis, so that when I get back I’ll remember what exactly I was doing and will be able to pick up where I left off.
And then, just to add to the long list of “things I must get sorted out before I go”, I developed a minor toothache on Monday, which by Wednesday had developed into a “no, you can’t just ignore it until you get home” sort of pain, which meant I had to get an emergency appointment with a dentist. Where, after x-ray, it turned out I had an abscess, and was given the option of either a very expensive root canal that the dentist warned might not last more than a year because of previous work done on that tooth, or an only mildly expensive extraction. So I opted for the extraction. Which of course means I’ve had to fit salt-water mouthwashes into my schedule multiple times a day to try and get it reasonably healed before I leave (which doesn’t seem that bad, except that the kitchen and bathroom are on different floors in our building, so for the rest of the week I spent a large proportion of my work days going to the kitchen to make up a cup of salt water, then taking it downstairs to the bathroom to rinse out my mouth, then back up to the kitchen to clean out the cup… and repeat every couple of hours). The good news is that it seems to be healing well – I can’t quite eat on that side of my mouth yet, and my jaw still feels a little bruised, but there’s no real pain now, so I should be fine to fly without needing to resort to my emergency stash of painkillers.
I finished work on Friday, but didn’t exactly spend the weekend relaxing. Ages ago I’d arranged for Dad to bring the boys up for the weekend, because there were some jobs that needed done around my property that I couldn’t handle on my own (most important being chopping a large branch off a tree in the back yard, which had grown too close to the chimney and become a fire hazard, and the branch was big enough that it would need multiple people hanging off ropes to stop it damaging the roof when it was cut down), and this weekend turned out to be the best option because the boys would be on school holidays, and I wouldn’t be studying (I’m officially suspended from the Masters programme for the next month). So they arrived on Friday night, with the surprise addition of Niece (who I think had been a bit upset to hear her brothers were coming to visit and she wasn’t, so Dad let her come along too – which led to some very complicated sleeping arrangements trying to fit four extra people into the house – luckily Niece is still small enough that she could sleep on the recliner armchair, but the boys are pretty much adult sized now, so the days of making up beds on couches are numbered…)
It was great having them here, and they worked incredibly hard (even Niece helped out occasionally with little jobs, but mostly I let her just play on my computer to keep her safely out of the way). We got the offending branch removed, cut back or removed entirely a whole load of other trees and bushes, painted the window trims (rather badly – I let the boys do the first coat, which was a mistake, because I think more paint ended up on the surrounding bricks than the woodwork… they’re great kids, but no practical skills* at all!), cleared the gutters, and seriously cut down my long “when I’ve got some of this mythical spare time” to-do list. I wish I’d thought to take before and after pictures, because the transformation of my jungle of a back yard is incredible.
*Or common sense: Nephew #1 was loading up the trailer with green waste to take to the dump, and left the rake lying in the bottom of the trailer. So when they got to the dump and needed the rake to pull everything out of the trailer, it had half a tonne of branches on top of it…
As well as being good to get all that work done, I really enjoyed getting stuck in to some physical work myself – after so many months spending virtually all my time sitting at a computer or behind a textbook, it felt almost restful to just be using my body instead of my mind. And because I’d have felt too guilty letting Dad and the boys work on my garden without helping them, there was no temptation to head into the university and try and squeeze in just a few hours more work before I leave. Given how good I felt after it all (well, apart from a couple of aching muscles today), I think I should schedule a couple of similar visits over the next year or so, to ensure I get a break from studying occasionally.
They left at lunchtime yesterday, and the rest of the day was spent frantically cleaning (it’s amazing how much mess three children can generate in just a couple of days!) to get the house into an acceptable state for the house sitter, then the evening was spent packing (not quite as last minute as it sounds – I had everything I wanted to take organised, so it was just a matter of throwing it into the suitcase), so this is really the first chance I’ve had to sit down and relax.
But everything is done now, and very soon we’ll be on our way. I’ll try and post occasionally if I get wi-fi access, but you’ll have to wait until I get home for the full trip report (assuming I don’t do what I so often do and never get round to actually writing it up…). And lots of pretty pictures of course!
And the DD site has been down for days, so I couldn’t post anything. And of course I wasn’t so sensible as to just write my entries up in Notepad and copy and paste them in, so I’m sure I’ll forget some of the really cool and important stuff I was going to tell you about. And I don’t really have time to write very much anyway, so this will just have to be a quick summary of the most memorable important stuff, in no particular order:
I have a thesis topic! For a while there this was not the case, when it looked like my proto-topic was going to be completely unviable, but one of my lovely supervisors (in related news, I have supervisors!) came to the rescue and pointed out how my ailing proto-topic could in fact be resurrected into an actual topic. So all I have to do now is expand my topic into a proper proposal, and submit it for approval before the end of the month. And then the real hard work starts…
I have a woodburner! Of course, I can’t actually use it yet, because the building inspector hasn’t been round to sign off on it (hopefully that should happen later this week), but at least it’s been installed. It’s not as pretty as my old one (I miss my nice purple tiles), but it will keep the house warm in winter, and that’s the important thing.
I have tickets! Many many tickets, and bookings, and other important documents. Lytteltonwitch came round the other night, and (after being distracted by the lure of games at the Gwilks’) we spent several constructive hours planning our trip to Greece and Italy, and booking all the things. So we are now confirmed for 6 nights in Athens, 6 nights in Venice, and 7 nights in Rome, and various planes and trains to get between them. So my credit card is cowering in terror, but it’ll be worth it. Athens Convention, here we come! (Hmm, better learn some Greek, I suppose (and some Italian, but I know enough Spanish that I can at least puzzle out some Italian words. Greek, on the other hand, is quite literally all Greek to me.))
Dad was in town yesterday, so I took advantage of having access to a vehicle to go round a few places over on Blenheim Road and investigate wood burners (as my one has been declared too old to live by the dreaded ECAN, so I need to replace it before next winter or face a fine). All went well at the first place we visited – the guy there was really helpful and gave me lots of good advice, and I left with a stack of brochures and useful information.
At the second place we visited, the woman was equally helpful, and equally forthcoming with advice and brochures. Except that she directed absolutely everything she said to Dad, not to me. Even though I was the one who’d approached her and said that I was looking for a log burner, and even though Dad was hanging back letting me do all the talking, she still kept talking to him and ignoring me. Every time I asked her a question, she’d turn to Dad and tell him the answer! The single time she directed a comment to me was when she demonstrated a feature on one of the fires and said “We girls like this, because it makes lighting the fire so much easier.” GRRRR. I’ve just been asking you intelligent questions about kilowatt outputs and clearance requirements, and you somehow think I can’t even figure out how light a fire???
So yeah, guess which company I’ll be buying my new log burner from?
ent to the Whole House Reuse auction last night with two of the CEISMIC team. It was a bit of a last minute thing – we’d talked about going to the auction way back when the project first started and we were archiving the catalogue of parts, but only realised yesterday morning that the auction was actually last night. So it was a bit of a rush to get tickets etc, but we made it.
There were so many beautiful pieces in the auction! Everything from large pieces of furniture down to delicate jewellery, all created from materials salvaged from the demolition, and all unique works of art. Because there were so many pieces, they split the auction between a live auction and a silent auction. Some of the major pieces in the main auction ended up going for thousands (and were probably worth it, but definitely way outside my budget!), and even some of the smaller pieces ended up in the hundreds (the auctioneers were very skilled, plus the charity aspect got people bidding a lot higher than they normally would), but the silent auction stayed more in my price range, so I stuck to that.
There was one thing I’d had my eye on since I’d seen them in the museum exhibition – Emma Byrne’s End Stacks (it’s lot 41, about half way down the page) – a set of stools/end tables made out of stacked wood. I was really hoping they’d sell them individually (I doubted I could either afford or find space in my house for the entire set!), and almost got my wish, because they had four lots of two stools each in the silent auction. I decided as long as the bidding didn’t get too high I could find a home for two stools, so I picked a lot at random to put a bid on, and spent the rest of the evening checking back as the bids crept up, and trying to keep my bid on top of one of the four lists. As the deadline for the auction got closer, there were four of us hovering around the stools, outbidding each other by a dollar or two at a time. Which would have been fine, except that one guy was obviously wanting four stools, because he kept bidding on two lots at a time. The bids were getting very close to the limit I’d set myself, so I was resigning myself to the fact I’d probably go home empty-handed, when the woman who’d just outbid me turned to me and said “Did you want both stools, or just one?” We quickly established we’d both be happy with just one stool, so decided to team up and split the cost. Which meant that suddenly demand exactly matched supply, all four people were going to get what we wanted, so the bidding stopped (though we all remained hovering, just in case any sneaky last-minute outsiders came in with a new bid (I offered to “accidentally” sit down on the bidding sheet (which was sitting on top of one of the stools) so nobody else could bid 🙂 )). But at last the auctioneer’s assistant came round to collect up the sheets, and we could all celebrate our collective win.
So I got my stool, the one thing in the exhibition I really wanted, and because we’d split the price I only had to spend $121 to get it, so stayed well within my theoretical budget for the evening. Serious win!
Ok, so $121 might seem a wee bit expensive for a stool, but it’s almost solid rimu (and you can tell when you lift it – it weighs a tonne! Carrying it back to Lucy-Jane’s car was a bit of an effort), and as a unique(ish – the other stools in the set are similar, but each was slightly different depending on the pieces of wood used) artwork, and a really cool part of Christchurch history, I reckon it’s well worth it. I’m very happy with my purchase 🙂
I’m at home this morning while the painters finish off the repairs to the ceiling, so, having run out of work I can usefully do from home, I decided to return to my experimental quilt and practice some more free-motion quilting.
The pattern is called Nikki’s Jigsaw Puzzle, and was a nice easy one to get back into FMQ again (even if I did create a couple of puzzle pieces which would immediately break in real life ;-)), especially after I actually drew out the straight lines in chalk first, rather than trying to sew straight lines by eye (which I’ve proved many times I’m not capable of).
Ok, sounds like the painters are finishing up, so I’d better start getting myself organised to go into work.
s promised, the plumber came back this morning and replaced the newly-leaking pipe. He showed me the pipe he removed, and I’m surprised it hadn’t leaked a lot sooner – it looked like there was only a thin coating of rust holding it together. He said when he cut one end of the pipe to remove it, the other end basically just came away in his hand. I got him to have a look around the other pipes while he was up in the ceiling, and he found another one that was looking near failure, so I got him to replace that too, just in case. I’d rather pay now and get all the possible problems fixed than wait until they actually fail and have a much bigger problem. The total bill for all three repairs was just over $600, which wasn’t quite as horrific as I’d feared it might be, and totally worth it to know that no more pipes are likely to suddenly spring a leak (touch wood!)
The good news is that my insurance is going to cover the damage to the ceiling (well mostly cover, less the excess and a further reduction of my no-claims bonus – in other words I’m going to end up paying for almost all of it). I don’t quite understand the logic of why when a pipe bursts insurance won’t pay to repair the pipe, but they will pay to repair the damage the water does, but as I hadn’t even thought of it as being an insurance claim until the plumber mentioned it, I’m not arguing.
The dramas of the day continued this afternoon when we felt a decent-sized earthquake. The earthquake (which was a 6.2), was centred up near Kaikoura, so it didn’t feel all that strong down here in Christchurch (it felt like about a 4) but it went on for a really long time. Our office was a good illustration of the Cantabrian attitude to earthquakes these days – while Alex (who only moved to Christchurch a year or so ago) was looking quite nervous, Lucy-Jane and I were just making guesses at the magnitude and distance even while our building was still swaying back and forth. Our estimates were pretty close too – I’d guessed it was Seddon again, and that it was about a 6 (just from the length of time the shaking went on for – bigger quakes shake for longer).
From the sounds of it there was no serious damage or injuries, but my sympathies are still with everyone up in the top part of the South Island who’ll be having a sleepless night from aftershocks tonight.
I thought I’d be sitting down to write a blog post tonight about how happy I was to finally have my leaking pipe fixed. After all, I rang the plumber this morning to remind him that he’d promised me about a month ago that he’d come back with the parts to fix it in a week or two (it was only a slow leak, a drip every hour or so, and the damage to the ceiling was already done, so I hadn’t been too concerned about the wait), and he was very apologetic and came right round, and he and his assistant went up into the attic and there was much sawing and banging and they replaced the faulty pipe, and checked that there was no longer a leak, and away they went with a promise to email me an invoice.
So I went back to work thinking all was good. And then I got home tonight and heard a dripping noise. Not from the original leak, but from the hot water cupboard. I opened it up, and there was water running down the back wall of the cupboard.
Sorry, slight pause there because the plumber just turned up – I rang him when I saw the water, and the poor guy had to leave his dinner to come round (don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll charge appropriately). He’s been up into the ceiling and had a look, and the leak’s coming from a completely different pipe than the one he repaired. He of course said that these things often happen, that pipes of the same age fail around the same time, but I suspect that all that banging to get the old pipe disconnected this morning may well have contributed. But of course he’s not going to admit liability by suggesting anything like that!
Anyway, end result is he didn’t have any of the right parts left to fix it, and the shops are all shut now, so the best he could do was promise to come back first thing tomorrow. And in the meantime he’s shut off the hot water which has at least stopped the leak. Means I’ve only got cold water for now, but I’ll survive – I can just go back to earthquake mode and start boiling water if I need hot, and my shower in the morning can wait until he’s been back to fix the pipe (or if all else fails, I’ll nip over to the swimming pool at Jellie Park and use their showers).
Seems like a good excuse to go and get takeaways for tea tonight though, so I’ve got fewer dishes to wash 🙂
Ok, anyone want to bet how many times in the next 14 hours or so I turn on a hot tap and am confused by no water coming out?
I managed to find a plumber who came with good reviews, and he was even available to come and look at the leak this morning. Wonders will never cease! He had a look at the leaking pipe, and confirmed that yes, it is leaking, but that it needs some parts that he didn’t have, so he’ll have to come back later in the week (or maybe next week… usual Christchurch problem of the few decent tradespeople being booked out for the foreseeable future). So the leak isn’t fixed yet, but by the look of it it’s been slowly seeping for quite some time, so a little bit longer won’t hurt.
I talked to him too about some other plumbing work I was considering getting done, of the future-proofing variety, and was impressed when he told me not to get it done, because it wouldn’t actually be worth it. I always feel more trusting of tradespeople when they give you advice that means they’ll miss out on work 🙂