It was rather unfortunate that we spent our Saturday dealing with a clogged toilet. There was poop, there was plunging, there were three different plumbers and for ten hours there were no results. My poor bladder suffered dearly. The last plumber told us that the floor in the bathroom of this ever-so-wonderful haven of ours was rotting (which we already knew) and he was not willing to remove and replace the toilet because the floor may not be able to support it. The landlord said that he would look into replacing the floor sometime next week, and then we could replace the toilet. And in the meantime, he would give us a key to the Music Loft (the storefront that our home is behind) so that we could use the facilities there. Oh my word, that just wasn’t going to do. He did suggest to the plumber to hook up the scary toilet in basement… the one that the city told him to take out… luckily, the plumber wouldn’t do that either. Evening was approaching and Stephen decided to take matters into his own hands. He called up some guys (thanks Brandon and Paul) and they took the toiled off, pulled out a plastic toy fish (stored in there for safe keeping by our dear Nevan) and got the toilet hooked back up and now… we can use the potty.
As it turns out, like most things in this house, the toilet wasn’t installed correctly, and it had been leaking into the floor boards… thus the smell of urine that I have been battling for months now. Just one more thing to fix in this haven… (sigh)