Bill123
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Imagine the scene. We're watching the Caravan Channel - I know, but we did actually learn something last week!! The guy is talking about taps, and what to do when its to avoid frost damage. Mr Bill looks at me. "Did you do that?" he says. I shake my head and tell him he'd better nip out there and attend to it.
He looks at me again. "Did you drain the water heater?" he asks. Obviously I hadn't. "How do you do that?", he says. I say I don't know, and that he'd better bring the books back in with him. Mr Bill gets up, gets the keys and goes outside. There's a bit of banging about, and he comes back clutching the manuals which are in a folder.
He opens the folder flap and looks at it. "Where's the heater manual" he says. In there somewhere. "Which one is it? he says. Probably the one with the word HEATER on the front. There follows 2 seconds of rummaging. "It's not here", he says. I tell him it is. More rummaging. Eventually I elbow him out of the way and find the right book.
He looks at the front cover. "How do you drain it?", he says. I tell him, for the fifth time, that I don't know. He finds the right page, and quotes bits of the relevant section at me. "It says open the drain valve, where is the drain valve?" I tell him I don't know. He asks me again. I vaguely remember seeing a valve under one of the bench seats, so offer this as a possibility. "Are you sure?" he says. We duly troop out to the motorhome.
He waits whilst I turn on the lights, etc, then points at one of the seats. "Under there - are you sure?" I tell him that as far as I know, there isn't anywhere else it could be. There is some rearranging of the cushions and he lifts the seat base. We peer underneath, me making a mental note of how much extra storage space we suddenly had as Mr Bill had told me it was full when it clearly isn't. I say, that must be it. "That can't be right", he says. I tell him it's a water pipe because it's blue, and there is a lever switch on it, and there isn't anything else like it anywhere in the whole van, so that must be it. He scratches his head "are you sure". I tell him to just lift the bloody switch.
He does, and there is the sound of running water. There you go, I say. "Ah", he says, "how do you fill it up again?" I make a mental note to do that when he's out at work.
It's a good job Mrs Bill is technically minded (and she can empty toilets!!)
He looks at me again. "Did you drain the water heater?" he asks. Obviously I hadn't. "How do you do that?", he says. I say I don't know, and that he'd better bring the books back in with him. Mr Bill gets up, gets the keys and goes outside. There's a bit of banging about, and he comes back clutching the manuals which are in a folder.
He opens the folder flap and looks at it. "Where's the heater manual" he says. In there somewhere. "Which one is it? he says. Probably the one with the word HEATER on the front. There follows 2 seconds of rummaging. "It's not here", he says. I tell him it is. More rummaging. Eventually I elbow him out of the way and find the right book.
He looks at the front cover. "How do you drain it?", he says. I tell him, for the fifth time, that I don't know. He finds the right page, and quotes bits of the relevant section at me. "It says open the drain valve, where is the drain valve?" I tell him I don't know. He asks me again. I vaguely remember seeing a valve under one of the bench seats, so offer this as a possibility. "Are you sure?" he says. We duly troop out to the motorhome.
He waits whilst I turn on the lights, etc, then points at one of the seats. "Under there - are you sure?" I tell him that as far as I know, there isn't anywhere else it could be. There is some rearranging of the cushions and he lifts the seat base. We peer underneath, me making a mental note of how much extra storage space we suddenly had as Mr Bill had told me it was full when it clearly isn't. I say, that must be it. "That can't be right", he says. I tell him it's a water pipe because it's blue, and there is a lever switch on it, and there isn't anything else like it anywhere in the whole van, so that must be it. He scratches his head "are you sure". I tell him to just lift the bloody switch.
He does, and there is the sound of running water. There you go, I say. "Ah", he says, "how do you fill it up again?" I make a mental note to do that when he's out at work.
It's a good job Mrs Bill is technically minded (and she can empty toilets!!)