There's a Hole In My Wall. or Why I Wish I Was Still Renting.
On Sunday, Hoagey went down into the basement to put in a load of wash and was down for longer than it usually takes for this task. When he came back up, he went straight for the wall between our kitchen and dining room.
“There’s water dripping in the basement.”
“How much?”
“A decent amount, slow it looks like it’s been going for a while.”
I sort of brushed it off. Something like this had happened before. The same wall had a little moisture at the ceiling a year or so ago but it turned out we had just been splashing water out of the tub. Except my dad had resealed the bathtub last year when he came for Bruno’s arrival… But still, maybe it will stop. Let’s not worry until tomorrow.
This morning, the one paint bubble and associated trail of water turned into several bubbles and many trails of water.
Long story short: Plumber called, couldn’t find the leak, suggested we open the wall ourselves.
Here’s what it looked like before the leak:
It's the little off set part by the doorway to the kitchen
Here’s what it looked like after the leak:
Here’s what it looks like now. After I went to town. (This is not my expertise. Ahem)
The horror! My beautiful walls!
I don't even think it will help them find the leak. It HAS helped the water drip off the wall into a bucket instead of straight downstairs. Bright side?
Sigh.
Oh, the joys of home ownership! Update???
Oh, the joys of home ownership. Update?