Over the holiday weekend, the house known as Mount Crumpit decided that things were getting far too normal around here. To remind us of the power the house has over us, it thought it would give us a little gift for 2010.
A disintegrating water pipe.
Not a single leaking pipe – but a pipe with many holes (like baby swiss cheese). It leads to the boiler (which heats the house). I have pictures (of course)
Luckily, Papa is on the case and he said that while we can’t have heat while they fix it, we will have heat again by tonight. Cross your fingers for us.