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And it's not even 11am!
Richard
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 Gah! What a morning...

On Sunday morning we discovered a wet patch in the corner of our bedroom.  We didn't think much of it at the time as Caitlin walks up and down the house with her water cup and is prone to tipping it upside down.  Yesterday morning, the wet patch was still there, so I thought it just hadn't dried yet.  I grabbed a towel and mopped up as much as I could.  This morning it was wet again and the patch was bigger.  This changed our thoughts to that of worry as we came to the realise that there's something actually wrong.

The wet patch itself is in the end corner of the room, which is at one end of the house, so that corner is an extremity of the house.  On the other side, outside, there is water seeping out from under the bricks - this part of the house is surrounded by cement, which is the pergola area.  The hot water system is on the other side of the end of the house, right at the corner (where the wet patch is).

We called the plumber to come and have a look at it and he pointed out that you can hear running water - and it was quite audible - from in the wall.  The plumber was going to start looking at it this afternoon, so we'll have to just wait and see how bad it is and where it is.

Ok, it's not the end of the world, this kind of thing happens from time to time.

After the plumber left, we headed out to drop me off at work and take Caitlin to Kindy.  We travelled no more than 1km from home when the front left tyre on the car just suddenly went flat.  I wasn't driving so I couldn't tell if it was going down since home or if it suddenly went flat - it didn't look flat at all while at home a few minutes earlier.  After pulling over (it felt awful driving on the rim), Sal decided to get the girls out and walk them back home leaving me to change it (big man's duty!). 

The side street we'd pulled into was on a bit of an incline, but I had the park brake on and it was in the park gear.  First attempt to jack it up saw it roll backwards the instant the front left raised off the ground and off the jack. Luckily my foot wasn't anywhere near anything that could squish it and it stopped once the wheel rested on the ground again.  It was at this point I called my Dad to get some help.  Once he and Marty (his surveying colleague) turned up, Dad sat in the car with his foot on the break, chocked some wooden pegs under the rear wheels and had another go at it.

Once changed, I took it to a service station and checked the air levels in each tyre.  Once done, I finally got to work albeit 90mins late. 
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