At Work Upstairs

Oh dear.

What we thought was pesky condensation seems to have transmogrified into a slow, small leak in fresh water intake pipe for that most useful of household devices, the toilet.

Sorting this out means the skinny person in the house has had to wiggle up through the kitchen ceiling, clear out a lot of old crud, and figure out what all the random pipes were. (Alas there’s one that makes no sense.)

And after a suitable amount of gawking at some hideous wallpaper remains, the leak was found. 

At the least, this will be a visit from a plumber.  At the worst it will mean a new subfloor.

Heather