There is trouble in the Sommerer bathroom. (Not that kind of trouble.)
About a week ago Lloyd and I awoke in the week hours to the sound of somebody flushing the toilet. It wasn’t him, and it wasn’t me, so obviously it had to be a deceased person or a robber. Yikes! (You know it’s a bad choice when you’re rooting for the ghost.)
It took me a bit to figure out that it wasn’t a whole flush – it was the tank refilling. Apparently there is a slow leak from the tank, so over the course of the night it loses enough water, and then has to refill. You might remember that I installed a ‘water saving’ mechanism that scours water across the bottom of the tank as it fills, so it is very! noisy!
This has happened nightly since, and is freaky every time.
The trouble is there is some gross build-up inside the tank and also on the flapper. This morning I turned off the water, took out the flapper, and have it soaking in a cup of vinegar upstairs. I’m writing this post now and I’m making it really, really long because I don’t want to go upstairs and scrub the yuck off of it. *procrastination jibblies*
Ok, I’ll go do it.
Heh. Here’s what really happened. I dorked around on the internet for another 20 minutes then finally went upstairs. The flapper is scrubbed. Hopefully it will be a restful, non-haunted night.
No photos today, though, due to subject matter. I care about your stomach.