Mrs Sane phoned me at work yesterday to tell me that something in the upstairs bathroom was leaking.  Again.

When I got home from work, the ceiling in the downstairs bathroom was soaking and water was dripping from the light fittings.  Generally not a good sign so I fired up the laptop and Googled for a plumber.

The first one I phoned went straight to voicemail, the second one was too busy and then I spotted a name I recognised.  I phoned my mum and sister to find out why I recognised the name and it turns out I went to school with his daughter so I gave him a call, dropped the fact that I went to school with his daughter into the conversation and booked him to come out this morning.

He turned up bang on time at 8.30 this morning, spent a couple of hours taking the bath panel off, finding out what was wrong and changing the pipe from the cold water tap and charged me … £40.  Bargain.