Drip drip, Heath Robinson

Possibility of danger ahead. The lavatory cistern produced about an inch of water during the day, and is now sitting in a drained state with three plastic tubs propping up the ballcock so that it doesn’t fill up again and drip further during the day. Holding the hairline crack together with duck tape has proven to be something of a waste of tape. It stays stuck to the cistern about as well as athletic tape sticks to a hairy, sweaty rugby player.

At least with the cistern empty I’m not worried about there being a major flood before it’s fixed. This made it much easier to sleep last night.