Town Mouse

The drip­ping tap

Country Life Every Week - - Town & Country -

FOR the past year, we have lived in a house with a drip­ping tap. I’ve tried, un­suc­cess­fully, to fix the prob­lem, but it per­sists and the ir­ri­ta­tion isn’t quite suf­fi­cient to jus­tify the ex­pense and ef­fort of call­ing in a pro­fes­sional to fix it. It re­mains a nag­ging an­noy­ance and one, more­over, for which I’m some­how held re­spon­si­ble.

A so­lu­tion, how­ever, has un­ex­pect­edly emerged. At­tend­ing a char­ity auc­tion in the Man­sion House, one im­prob­a­ble prize leapt out from the list on of­fer: a visit by a rep­utable plumber. To my wife’s alarm and as­ton­ish­ment, I en­tered the bid­ding and se­cured it. The tap feels fixed al­ready.

The week has oth­er­wise had a slightly dream­like qual­ity. Through the kind­ness of grand­par­ents, we are en­joy­ing a hol­i­day from our chil­dren (and they from us). The house feels oddly empty, but it’s a plea­sure to be wo­ken by an alarm, rather than the weight of a child in the small of the back and to start the day with­out a quar­rel over home­work and mu­sic prac­tice. It’s an even greater treat that pos­ses­sions re­main where you put them and that rooms re­main tidy.

Real life will re­sume shortly, but, as a change, it’s bliss. JG

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