For the past 2 weeks, my daily bath has taken over an hour. And that's just to run the water! The hot tap was dribbling out, and as the plumber opposite had the cheek to go on holiday (!), I would run the bath, checking every few minutes that it hadn't suddenly spurted. I have to fill it, as I have a bath lift, and it took sooooo long.
He came over this morning, and tried adjusting valves, and other things that are completely foreign to me, and then said he was going into the loft to look at The Tank. This sounded ominous.
And 2 minutes later, I heard him shout out.
I was so worried that he'd fallen through!
But no, he was just delighted to have found the problem. Apparently, there was a thin piece of wood, over the tank, and then lagging on top of that. But the wood had rotted, fallen in, and so had the lagging - thereby blocking the "flow".
I had been mentally calculating the cost of whatever was wrong, and to know it wasn't something major was such a relief. And this morning, the grass was cut 5 minutes before the heavens opened, for a short but heavy shower, so I'm feeling doubly thrilled.
Doesn't take much to thrill me these days.