OOPS!

Not my kitchen

Last Friday, we called the plumber because we had a slow leak under our kitchen sink.  Our plumbers installed the plumbing and drainage in our house 30 years ago at the time of construction.  The team is excellent, and the plumbers are now into the third generation of the family from when we built our house.   Since ours was not an emergency, we did not expect such a speedy response, but the plumbers arrived early this morning, before I was out of bed, layabout that I am.

I had planned to clear and clean the cabinet under the sink before the plumbers came, but....  The drainpipe under the kitchen sink was replaced a few years ago, so the cabinet was somewhat cleaned out of junk and dust, but the story is not over.  I'd noticed that the drainpipes under our bathroom lavatories were corroded in spots, so we wanted them checked out.  I was able to get to the cabinets before the plumbers to clear them of two waste baskets of junk, if not to clean the embarrassing amount of dust, which I've been meaning to get to - oh, I'd say for years - but it never happened.

As the plumbers checked around, they found that every drainpipe in our house except the kitchen needed replacing, including the lavatories in the bathroom upstairs and the sink in the laundry room.  One of the pipes in our bathroom was about to fall off.  Thank heavens for small favors like the slow leak under the kitchen sink, or we could have had a fast leak in our bathroom very soon, and eventually another from one of the lavatories upstairs, which could have resulted in major ceiling damage.  Shudder.

That the drainpipes lasted 30 years is a testament to the quality of the materials and workmanship of the plumbers.  We will receive a large bill, but we won't complain.  At least, I won't, but I expect Grandpère will, for he complains about every large bill.

Below is a picture my friend Eileen posted on Facebook this morning and which I shared, because it is so very true.