Stain-Free vs Regular Plumber’s Putty: Product Comparison
The apprentice held up two lumps of putty like they were contraband cheese. One was the colour of old bones, the other the exact shade of the marble workto…
The apprentice held up two lumps of putty like they were contraband cheese. One was the colour of old bones, the other the exact shade of the marble workto…
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 before I saw the problem—like old fish wrapped in a damp towel. I’d just lifted the chrome trap from Mrs. Patel’s pedestal sink when I not…
The faint smell of damp wood lingered under the kitchen sink, not from a leak, but from something far more subtle—a memory trapped in a coil of old plumber…
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…
“That putty’s older than my apprentice,” I muttered, poking the grey-brown crust around the bath waste with my penknife. The homeowner, a retired chemist n…
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 first time I saw a brand-new sink pop a leak under a brand-new faucet—three days after installation—I didn’t blame the faucet. Not the sink. Not even t…
The smell hit before the sound did—warm, wet cardboard and something metallic that shouldn’t be breathing. I was halfway up the loft ladder when I noticed …