No matter what I used, or how many times I tried, I could not get the bowl stain-free. Over the past two years since we moved in I have tried everything, but the black streaks remained. "Looks like they poured something down the toilet," said the young plumber today when he came to install the new powder-room toilet.
I was hoping to get a shot of a plumber's butt crack, but this young man was not your stereotypical plumber. Hailing from Belfast, he was polite and trim and a delight to chat with. "I don't give a hoot about all that religious conflict in Belfast," he said when I asked him if he had left because of it. "I left because I could only find work two days a week," he replied. Here in Calgary, he is run off his feet. This is a booming town.
I was sick of telling guests that no, the toilet was not soiled, it was stained. Hauled myself off to Rona and bought a new one. With the installation it was $418! Took the professional 30 minutes, but as B is not handy in any way, shape or form, it would have taken me forever. As I said, everything's easy when you know how.
So, my gleaming toilet is sitting pretty in my powder room, all ready for Christmas.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
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