The morning started unlike any other: our upstairs water pipe burst. I turned on the tap to continue watering my plants and et voila! I was the one being watered aggressively.
"Jeff!" I rushed downstairs. "Turn off the water main!"
I don't know what Jeff was doing before then but as soon as he appeared, he looked as confused as a man would at the sight of a lady boy.
"What?!" he asked. A thousand questions running through his face.
"TURN OFF THE WATER MAIN!" I shouted before rushing back upstairs to do some damage control, grabbing everything I could from the sink cupboard.
It's amazing how much water gushes out from a pipe in a matter of minutes. Soon, Jeff and I were busy mopping the floor, laughing about how funny he looked just then. I wasn't really worried about any damage. I reckon we acted pretty quick and controlled the situation in no time at all.
If anything, I was grateful it happened when it did and we were both at home. Otherwise, that would've been a complete and utter catastrophe.
For all his cray, Jeff is an awesome partner to have. He's pretty handy around the house, which saves us a lot of money from professional call out fees. Not only can he assemble all kinds of furniture without looking at instruction diagrams, but he managed to fix our busted pipe without the aid of Youtube at all! He simply drove out to Bunnings, came back with a new tapware set, started to tinker with it, realised that he bought the wrong pipe length because he didn't bring the old one as sample like I told him to, drove out to Bunnings again, came back to tinker with it again, and eventually replaced the system successfully.
All by himself!
Meanwhile, my humble contribution was to show him my moral support, as well as the pictures of his plumber's crack that I took while I was busy giving him my moral support.
When everything was sorted and our adrenaline levels were back to regular programming roasting each other because our sense of humour is what's keeping our marriage alive and hanging on that one single thread, he decided he deserved a lok lak for all his hard yakka.
So off to Springvale we went.
And found ourselves right in the thick of the Lunar New Year Festival.
The ferris wheel a suggestive metaphor of the ups and downs of married life and how sometimes you just have to sit there and enjoy the ride even though the scenery is shit because you already paid good money for it and they don't accept refunds.
For what it's worth, the sunset behind Jeff was breathtaking.
But he kept blocking the goddamn view!
*Raven at 7 years old
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