Naval Battles On The Homefront

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

The Great Battle Of The Drippy Bathroom Faucet.



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.