For weeks we have been embroiled in a war on the water. A battle against a foe that was relentless in its path.
The enemy had been victorious over previous tactical plans. Meager attempts to stall its advance all met with great defeat.
For it was
I had had enough of the feeble salvos to repair the old, cheap and frankly rather ugly spout. Out came the big guns. And my credit card.
I bit the bullet and requisitoned a brand spankin' fancy new one.
As General in Command, I then prepared the troops and our artillery:
- I shovelled out the crap from under the cabinet.
- I cleared off the sink counter.
- I set out the battle plans (Instruction Manual) and laid out the weapons (tools).
- I then enlisted the Draft and pried hubby away from the television.
And a mere six hours later, the campaign was won. Although sadly our forces encountered a few setbacks and casualties along the way, including:
- manual decapitation of the old rusted faucet,
- amputation of the PVC drain pipe,
- stripping of the cold water pipe bolt causing:
- three explosions of water inside the cabinet,
- and thoroughly exhausted troops.
But we were victorious.
And the battlefield never looked better.
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