Only one bathroom at The Homestead.
And the bathroom sink started leaking this week.
Nothing fatal. A towel did us fine for a while.
I got out our copy of Dare to Repair which inspired Kat to pay a visit to the hardware store for a slip joint J bend and a plumber's wrench. ("It's IRON," she said, eyes wide, almost conspiratorially, like the Iron Age had just dawned, and she was the first member of the species to possess such a thing.)
And 40 minutes or so later, and some muscle, fine tuning and breaking some stuff and the sink no longer leaks.
Probably would have taken 20 minutes if we hadn't got distracted talking about dreams of a greywater system.
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