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Ah, an update after 10 days absence!
This time, the blog posting is published below, so that people new to the forum can see the style I write in (me? Style? Never!) , and , because it's a sort of plea for help, (yet again!) Anyone who wants to read more from my occassional jottings, please follow the link in my sign (below)
"The Search For The Source"
Why oh why do RV constructors think it's sensible to hide, no secrete things that you may wish to a) find and b) get to?
For the last week, the water pump has decided not to switch off after it's finished pumping, instead just emitting a low-level throb. Switching the pump off at the switch was easy, but now it's become a bit wearing ,and so I decided (finally) to go looking for it, and, to lag a few pipes on the way. Starting was easy - pick an accessible faucet and work backwards.
Hour 1 - The Kitchen Delta
Here, waterfalls wash over the twin basins and disappear into the greyness. Diving down into the undersink cupboards, we find white and red species of pipus plasticus each clinging limpet-like to the underside of the waterfall. To ensure that these rare beasts are kept snug and warm, a jacket of "tubus lagginus" is tailored to their approximate size and fitted with care. As the pipus are fully grown, it is not expected that they will need further jackets in the future. Consideration is given to using zippy clips to fix the jackets, but there should be no stress or strain, and so the clips are sealed back in their container for another day. Carefully, the crockery is replaced on the top shelf of the cupboard, the door catches are relieved of the hairs they have plucked from my flowing locks, and the journey is set to continue towards "the source"
Hour 2 - By The Volcano
A short distance from the delta the volcano nicknamed"Furnace" lies, currently dormant after several small eruptions overnight. Here, more pipus plasticus are found, with both species preferring to lie in different aspects of the shadow of Furnace - the white preferring to lie behind it, whist the red laze on top. Short work to affix their jackets before Furnace erupts again, and then it's on to the lands under the frozen wastes.
Hour 2.5 - The Wastelands.
A desolate, barren place, accessible only during the summer months, and by defeating the guardian drawer . Here, remnant of the builders work can be found - sawdust, discarded sheaths (electrical cable - honestly!), and the remains of protective sheet that once covered the linoleum ... Only the red pipe requires a jacket - the white becomes fixed to the floor and inaccessible amongst the miles of cabling electricus various 12, 110 and 240 varieties. Still, the source of the problem had not been discovered, and so I prepare to leave the safety of the open lands and steel myself for the darkness of the cavern known as "The Closet".
Hour 3 - The Closet.
Passing a wise woman on the journey, she whispered a few words before continuing on her way. Avoiding the horrors waiting to catch me at the slightest wrong move, I venture into the dimness of The Closet. Peeking behind the small drawers, I can see that there is still NO sign of the source of the water, and that there is no lagging required. Breathing a sign of relief, I realise my mistake and exit the darkness before recovering fully with a few deep breaths, wishing I had heeded the earlier warning of the wise woman who had said "I'd give it 10 minutes if I was you before entering".
So, my journey is cut short as the wise woman is in her lair, resting after injuring her back yesterday whist shopping . This can be the only logical place left for the source - but the underbed is inaccessible at the moment due to my desire to live rather than ask the wise woman to move. So, I shall continue to switch off the pump whenever I use water,and hope that someone will take pity on me at Peterborough in a couple of weeks if we're still having problems. It will be easy to spot me - I shall be the quivering wreck who cowers at the sound of running water, and who searches desperately for a switch...
Papa
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