The Benefits of Using Stain-Free Plumber’s Putty
“No, no, no—put the rag down!” I shouted across the showroom kitchen at the DIY superstore. A young couple were frantically scrubbing the brand-new composi…
“No, no, no—put the rag down!” I shouted across the showroom kitchen at the DIY superstore. A young couple were frantically scrubbing the brand-new composi…
I’ve been a City & Guilds Level 3 plumber for 12 years and have bedded somewhere north of 1,400 basket strainers, bath wastes, and shower trays. I keep a …
I once pulled a sink drain out of a 1978 bungalow and found a lump of plumbers putty that had hardened into something between coal and ceramic. It didn’t j…
I’m crouched on a 1970s avocado-green bathroom floor in Crouch End, torch between my teeth, trying to rock a one-piece toilet sideways so the wax seal will…
Twenty-seven drips per minute. That’s what I heard when I opened the bathroom door at 3 a.m. in a semi-detached in Bury. Not a leak. Not a faulty valve. Th…
Twenty-three millimetres—that’s the exact gap I stared at last Tuesday when a brand-new Vitra S50 pan refused to sit flush against a newly tiled wall in a …
The sink leaked for 11 days before I noticed the drip. Not because it was quiet—because it wasn’t. Every 3.7 seconds, a single drop hit the porcelain basin…
Twenty-seven centimetres. That’s the exact width of the gap between the dishwasher and the back door in my old flat in Bristol—a space so narrow it swallow…
Twenty-seven drips per minute. That’s how fast the tap in Mrs. Ellis’s kitchen was leaking when I arrived—cold water, mind you, despite the radiators hummi…
Twenty-seven drips per minute adds up to 3.8 litres of wasted water every 24 hours—enough to fill a hotel ice bucket and then some. I discovered that figur…