Plumber’s Putty Ingredients Explained
The scent hit me first—earthy, faintly oily, like damp clay left in a tin near a radiator. It wasn’t unpleasant, just unmistakable. I’d opened a decades-ol…
The scent hit me first—earthy, faintly oily, like damp clay left in a tin near a radiator. It wasn’t unpleasant, just unmistakable. I’d opened a decades-ol…
The silence of a dripping tap isn’t the problem. It’s the rhythm of it—the way the water hits the stainless steel sink at 2:17 a.m., syncing with your puls…
The putty crumbled in my fingers like dried clay—again. Not the kind that flakes after a year, but the kind that dissolves under pressure, leaving a ring o…
The squeak of a faucet base shifting under pressure used to drive me mad—until I realised the real culprit wasn’t the fixture itself, but the lifeless, cra…
I’ve been a plumbing & heating engineer for 11 years, registered under Refcom and WaterSafe, and I’ve sealed around 1,800 basket strainers, pop-ups and sho…
The smell hit me first—like rancid linseed oil and wet clay—before I even saw the puddle under the brand-new Belfast sink. My apprentice, Jay, was standing…
I was crouched under a Belfast sink in a 1930s terrace, forearm cramping, when I realised the putty I’d rolled five minutes earlier had turned into chewing…
The smell hit me first—rancid cod liver oil mixed with wet plaster—before I even saw the mess. I’d popped the chrome cap off a basin waste in a 1930s Muswe…
The smell hit me before I saw the problem—warm, wet plaster mixed with something metallic. My apprentice Kyle stood in the doorway of the 1930s Streatham f…
“Stainless steel doesn’t stain,” the supplier laughed when I called about a ring-shaped shadow around a brand-new kitchen sink. I’d just finished a full re…