F's looking excited and pleased with herself. I'm not interested. I have a feeling it concerned water. There was a bucket and bailer involved which is something of a giveaway.
I've noticed the moldy smell from our basement has been particularly pungent lately. Today I watched F disappear down that way with the spray bottle of mold killer from our balcony store room. That stuff makes the place smell like a public swimming pool but I guess that's better than moldy.
She was back in an instant and disappeared again with bucket and bailer which suggests another flood down there. A short while later I heard the basement pump running. Later still F came back mumbling something about busted float switch and someone having simply unplugged the pump rather than working out why the switch wasn't turning the pump off. There followed some woogling and studying of diagrams (I supervised that bit) before she finally drained her coffee (made a few hours ago) and sloped off back to the basement.
It turns out there is nothing wrong with the float switch. It works just fine. It hadn't been installed properly and F has fixed that - which she says wasn't difficult, anyone who has played with Leggo could have done it. The switch had a clip (a bid red obvious one) on its tether that attaches to an adjustable slide on the pump. That makes sure it now tips right upside down when the water is gone, and its little switch operates as designed and turns the pump off.
Now all she has to do is sweep up the drowned cockroaches and I can start going back to a safely dry basement.
I meanwhile renewed my love affair with my hammock.
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Hari OM
ReplyDeleteWoohooo, go the F wummin!!! Now, Tigger, you really need to get down there and repawt fully on what you see, not just what you heard... provie it with dry paws all of your own! hugs and whiskeries YAM-aunty xxx
She showed me on the wzy back from our beach visit last night. I refused to get out of my backpack. It still looks DAMP. Furrings and purrings Mr T
DeleteSometimes it takes a woman to do a mans job
ReplyDeleteObviously the person who installed it was rushing the job to get to something more interesting
Or simply didn't understsnd float switches. Its not enough to just float, they actually have to tip up and down, so this kind needed to be anchored at some point between the on and off water levels. F seems to thrive on this sort of 'figuring out' stuff.
DeleteCockroaches! Ewww! That's something I definitely do not miss from living in a hot climate.
ReplyDeleteDamned right and we can't wait to leave the blighters behind. Fortunately they've never made an appearance above basement level.
Deleteyou are blessed with a Mum who is a take charge, getter done human.. I am not sure I could have figured that out though by reading up on it. i know you are happy to have a dry basement just in case you tire of the hammock. the last photo made me laugh
ReplyDeleteIt's a boat-dweller thing - better to work it out than sink. Actually it predates boats -she inherited it. She was born into a family of innovators and fixers (of the No8 wire and bailing twine kind)
DeleteThat's a cool hammock. I wonder though if Oscar would consent to such a thing.... Last night he cried and cried until I went o see him for ten minutes (softie that I am) - then he eventually went back in his cage. This morning getting him was the bigger challenge - fickle thing!
ReplyDeleteNothing soft in comforting family members. Is Jane still away? Oscar must be feeling the gap in his pack. You could make Oscar a hammock -hessian sack and a bit of cord. They don't need to be as 'tailored' as this one it was a scrap leftover from refurbishing some director chairs
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