This is what my cold storage room looks like at the moment. Great eh?
I had a backup in the clearout, so after calling a plumber and the city I decided to tackle the repair on my own once it was determined that the problem was inside the house. My brother (in law, soon to be, whatever) and me replaced the piping where the collapse occurred. That was an exercise in frustration. It’s quite a long story and I can’t be bothered to type it all out.
Four trips to Home Depot later and thinking we fixed it, we flushed the toilet and found that there was a trickle of water beside the newly replaced pipe.
Fuck. Me.
More piping to replace.
This is two months into owning my first home. The last time I felt like this is when I got my ass smacked and someone in some weird outfit yelled, “It’s a boy!!”.
Yep, welcome to the world!
(Yes, it could always be worse. I’m not complaining.)