Every day in every way, I’m getting civilizeder and civilizeder.

A brace of red-letter days!

Yesterday I got back to the Lair late. After installing the new check valve in M’s well pump outflow pipe and (hopefully) fixing the system, I met with the fellow who’s helping me haul off the Interim Lair to parts unknown. The boys and I got back to the (permanent) Lair a bit later than usual, and while hanging up my coat I happened to notice that the level in the toilet’s (did I mention I have a flush toilet? It hasn’t flushed under its own power lately, but it’s really there) bowl was up to regulation level, which it definitely hadn’t been in the morning after I “flushed” it with dirty dishwater. As far as I know the only way to raise the level in a vessel of water without reducing the vessel’s depth or diameter is to add water. If water had been added, this meant that ice plug I mentioned earlier had broken up.

Giddy with excitement – yes, I’m easily excited – I took the three steps to the sink, lifted the valve toggle, and … AGUA! I mean it didn’t even spurt, just flowed like nothing had ever been wrong. Wondrous! This morning on the way to Landlady’s property I stopped at the cistern and measured the level. It’s right at the level where I last measured it, a little before three in the afternoon. So it must have bled back a little overnight, but “normally” it would be just about dead empty. So my new check valve is working, and it looks like we have a fix.

This morning – any minute now, in fact – I expect a call from The-Guy-Who’s-Taking-The-Interim-Lair-Away. Unless something goes horridly wrong thereafter, between us we will make one of Landlady’s fondest dreams come true. No, not the one involving Daniel Day-Lewis. The one where her property contains not one single RV trailer.

Just barely making the deadline, too, I’ll have you know.