The toilet incident.
The fact that we have a 2 year old in the house became blaringly obvious this week, when the toilet off the dining room stopped working so well. We didn't know what was down there, but we were pretty sure Niall was responsible, and we didn't want to call the landlord for it - because even though he's been so great about making needed repairs and improvements - I don't think he'd take too kindly to having to pay a plumber to get a stuck lego or something.
John took the toilet out to the front yard, with a hose and various implements.
I will admit that I was a little shocked (and worried) to see him carrying our uprooted toilet through the house. You are not a plumber John! Is what I was thinking. So I took pictures, and eventually got into the act with a knife and a couple of long knitting needles.
The hose was involved. And the kids were on the porch watching on. And finally! Success! The whole problem was a little bottle of Aveeno shower gell. A sample size that Amelia had given us on a visit to Windmill Hill and I'd never gotten around to using.
Sheesh! But it's fixed. And back where it's supposed to be. And John did discover that the reason it wobbles is this cracked part, which would be the responsibility of a plumber - and the landlord. Yep. We'll be letting them do that.