About a month ago, we could no longer ignore the occasional drip, drip, drip that sounded like it was coming from beyond the bathroom wall. Up until then, we “fixed” the problem with the occasional shrug. At one point I almost made the logical connection between flushing the toilet and hearing it more often or less often, but then the shrug came and I moved on. I hate doing these stupid DIY tasks so of course, this was put on the back burner. The drip, drip, drip back burner that drip, drip, drip made drip, drip things drip, drip, drip a lot worse.
Hey, what’s causing those drops of water on the ceiling in the kitchen? Wait, isn’t this exactly above the toilet in the bathroom? Uh oh. Hey, what’s that pool below the toilet doing there, that wasn’t there two days ago? Uh oh. The best part of this worst part is that we weren’t the ones to discover it: we were on a short vacation and my mother in law came to check up on the dog and cats. I yet again failed to make the connection of not flushing the toilet that clearly accelerated the dripping.
When we got back home, we called a befriended neighbour who’s a DIY wizard as I had literally no idea where to start: the inner workings of the toilet are neatly tucked away behind the wall as this is one of those hanging models. How do you even open that thing? It turns out that the plastic cover representing the push buttons can be squeezed and removed to reveal more screws and more plastic to be removed to reveal even more screws and more plastic to… you know the drill. Eventually, the inner workings will be revealed.
Pssshhhhhh. No more drip, drip—now a straight-up hose sound. It looks like we found the culprit: the flexible part connecting the water feed (on the photo: in the top centre) with the floater valve (or flutter tap? I don’t even know how to translate vlotterkraan to English) showed clear signs of bursting due to the continuous pressure over the years. Flushing the toilet changed the pressure, “resetting” the build-up: since we go to the toilet every day, the drips kept on dripping but not spraying like mad once we were away.
Changing that cable fixed the problem. But then a second problem arose: the befriended neighbour helped us open up this thing and point out the problem, but I was the one who had to replace the part and correctly reassemble everything. I forgot to take a few pictures but did manage without any help.
Two weeks later, we finally got the courage to take on another bathroom DIY project, this time without waiting for the proverbial drip: replacing the sink taps that were damaged thanks to twenty years of “hard” or calcareous water. I did replace the sink tap of the guest toilet downstairs but that was very easy. This one, not so much: I again didn’t even know where to start.
As the famous Buddhist saying goes:
To Begin, Begin.
After two minutes, I stopped. I couldn’t access the screws because the previous owner of the house found it necessary to have the bathroom furniture installed in such a way that it was just impossible without sawing a hole on the back under the sinks. Ah, dang it. Get me that neighbour on the phone, will you?
Ten minutes of extremely annoying whining of the neighbour’s multitool with dull saw attachment later, we could in fact access the screws. Progress! I took my daughter to the local Home Depot to fetch new taps matching the hole(s). But I didn’t install them: they came with a “waste trap” system you install inside the sink itself to stop the water from flowing away. The problem (yes, another one) was: we already had really old traps screwed in that also were in dire need of replacing. Great coincidence, I hear you think. Except that the old ones refused to let go, whatever I tried. I even ended up damaging and bending one of the holes inside the thing and wasn’t sure whether I would still need the old ones so I stopped. Again.
I don’t know how those Buddhists did it, but I seem to have a track record of quitting DIY projects faster than I manage to start them.
Anyway, it took four hands to screw out the old metal ones that were rusted up and hopelessly stuck. But then another problem (oh yes) arose. We had to temporarily dismantle the plumbing system below the sink to install the waste trap. Oh, and where did that rubber ring go that was supposed to stop the whole thing from leaking? Evaporated during the years. Dismantling is easy, but putting it all back together is a sure way to get stuff leaking precisely because of that: wear & tear. Oh, and did I know I had to tape in that screw thread over there with Teflon to make sure it’s waterproof? No I did not. But I do now!
I’m ashamed to admit that I had to rely on that too kind neighbour far too often when it came to the bathroom projects. These used to be jobs for my father-in-law & me but since he no longer roams this planet and my own father, although also very good at DIY, isn’t a great teacher, I’m usually left to my own devices. Scrambling around. Postponing things. Drip, drip, drip.
To begin, begin.