I was sound asleep and I hear, "CRAP."
Now only half asleep, I ask, "What happened?"
"Pipe's leakin' again."
1 am and I'm now wide awake and worrying about how big of a puddle is building up under our spare room, and thanking fate that I had taken my bath before I went to bed instead of in the morning.
The last time the pipe busted, we had to cut a hole in the floor in the spare room, and Arthur had to cut the metal pipe where it was leaking, and replace with plastic pipe. He used some kind of coupling to seal the old and new together.
When he got all the boxes and stuff off the corner where the hole had been intentionally covered up, he unscrewed the "hatch" and looked inside. I was trying to go back to sleep. I hear some hammering, and some plastic screwingnesses going on, and then, "I need you to go turn the water on."
Ok. I go get my robe and put on my sandals, go out front, and start turning the shutoff valve slowly. "It's all the way on."
"No leaks, I think I got it."
Good. I go back to bed, he plays on the computer.
4 am.
"It's leakin' again."
I say something I can't remember, and go back to sleep. Then I hear sawing and a lot of electric screwdrivering. Then, "I need you to get up. Go turn the water back on."
Ok. Robe again. Sleepy sandals again. Yawn. Open front door. "Ok. I'm about to turn it on."
"Ok. Slowly."
Turn the valve slow, don't hear any bad words - ok, good sign. Turn some more, even better. Turn on all the way, "It's on all the way."
"No leaks. We got it this time."
I get back in and he shows me how he rigged it - the pipe had popped apart - the joint came loose, so he screwed the outside bend to the outside wall to keep it inwards, and screwed the inside metal part down to a wood block under the floor.
This morning, it came a little loose, but not all the way. He screwed the outside part down a little tighter, and I think we're REALLY good to go now. We still have the trap door available, though. Just in case.
My sweetie can fix ANYTHING!
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