What a drip

Our friendly neighbourhood plumber came round first thing this morning. Good timing, as it turned out. The drip, which had started off really slowly, had worsened to the point where it was filling the bowl twice a day - right to the brim.

It took his more experienced eye less than a minute to discover the leak was not, in fact, at the joint in the pipe. This was merely the lowest point of dribble. The source was higher up. Much higher up. At the neck of the tap. If we'd looked more closely we would have seen it for ourselves quite easily. The water was clearly visible, running over the chrome.

Doh.

Silver lining? Ten seconds tightening with a professional-looking wrench and no charge. If only all drips were so easily sorted.