We were busy in the garden yesterday. Well, I was busy in the garden and the Husband was busy sorting through the nemesis of Clean House aka our garage.
I had decided to clear some of the bedding space which was taken up by some sort of reed, pretty and abundant but with a penchant for spreading through the garden like wild fire. They send runners and sprout up everywhere. I wanted to clear some and make a spot next to the garden tap for a container garden but the reed weeds were particularly thick there.
So I enlisted Mr Muscles to help me out. He grabbed the pitchfork and was making quick work of the plants until, with his last jab, he pierced the garden tap's copper pipe.
*Water spraying everywhere.
He took it quite well.
He stood back, leaned on the pitchfork and took a good look at his handiwork and the water spewing everywhere.
Meanwhile it felt like I should be running round like a headless chicken.
"Aargh! Turn it off, turn it off, oh but it is off. Where's the mains tap? Crikey, I don't even know where that is! Is it even a tap or a switch, no it must be a tap. Is it the one up at the entrance? The one that we had to remove the handle from because the passing vagrants like to take a drink and then leave the tap running on full ball? Will it work? Argh, the cost of a plumber after hours on a Sunday! Eeep, our water bill! Just shut it offfff!"
This was all going on in my head while I tried remaining calm and collected and not getting soaked.
Thank Heaven's The Boy was having his afternoon nap or else he would have been in the thick of it doing his happy dance and having all sorts of dirty boy mayhem fun.
The Husband went to turn the main water supply off, luckily the tap outside did work and our garden geyser slowed to a trickle.
Mean while my mom in law was checking out her garage full of odds and ends and looking for clamps, or silicone or something that could be of use.
The Husband phoned our HandiMan brother in law who always seems to know how to fix everything.
He did not disappoint us.
He came on over with a bunch of tools and washers and saws etc, and got to work on our pipe.
Meanwhile Mom in Law had found a few things and handed them over to the Husband.
"No Ma, that's for a bicycle but thanks anyway..."
Sawing and filing and hammering and hunkering down in the soggy dirt ensued but HandiMan got it sorted, he was our hero, literally!
I must have looked a sight. As luck would have it, I hadn't been able to shower first thing in the morning due to a burst water pipe further down the road (the irony is not lost on me) so my hair was scraped back into a clip and secured with an alice band - luvverly - and I was all sweaty from the garden work and blazing hot weather.
But the HandiMan is used to us and our deurmekaar episodes and took it all in his stride.
The Darling Husband, I think, will be more reluctant to pick up that pitchfork however flattering my dulcet requests for hard labour may be.
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