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Hot water
A plumber came this morning, amazingly, and fixed it. He was an odd plumber. It needed a new washer, what with the old one having disintegrated somewhat and come out through the tap itself, while it was gushing away last night. I’d have thought a plumber would have a million washers either in his tool box or in his van, but he said he had to go and get one from some shop along the road somewhere. He went out, then came back, having forgotten something, then went away and came back later, fixed it, then went away, and I had a feeling about this, and lo and behold, he came back later, with a ring thing that he said he forgot to put back on the tap. He put it back on, said that was definitelyit this time, and left again. He’s not come back, so I assume that’s it fixed.
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