but it’s not bunnies….
My theory is that the lavatory cistern has developed a hairline crack because of the loft conversions that have gone on either side of me in the past couple of years. The house has evidently settled back into place, and in the process it’s strained the cistern which is now leaking and needs replacing. We think we have located a replacement. It’s just the logistics of the process.
The super nice plumber who tidies up after himself (and who, as a bonus, sounds like a refugee from Eton) is coming on Friday to check what sort of cistern is needed, and confirm that I’ve chosen the right thing at plumbase… because he is going to be made to look at the webpage before he departs. A functional lavatory is a bit of a necessity in a city.