Putain De Plomberie

DSC_7682Several friends in France have asked for pictures of our new house, so here you go, chers amis: this is our bedroom.

It’s so ironic, because we’re always complaining about the zillions of plumbing problems we have in France, and we tell our French friends about how we never, no never, well, hardly ever, have any plumbing soucis in America. Well, that was before last week, when some ultra-slow toilet flushing called for a camera scoping out the drains from the master bathroom, which in its own perverse turn called for

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a huge trench to be dug in our bedroom floor. Our newly-sealed concrete floor, under our newly-laid carpet. It practically made me weep to see it all cracked open, dust and heaps of dirt everywhere, the old and corroded cast iron pipe laid bare, ready to be replaced with clean and modern PVC pipe. This is all right next to our bed, which is now separated from this pipe-fest by floor-to-ceiling sheets of the ever-fashionable Visqueen. The good news is that we can still use the bathroom, if we can manage to go outside, cross the deck, hop over the trench, and then, put nothing but water down the drain. Hello guest bedroom.

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At least we don’t have to deal with Monsieur “oh putain” Maurin, the plumber at our house in France. We joke that you can predict the bill as soon as he arrives by how many oh, putains he utters, and believe me, for a word not translatable in a family blog, he utters dozens. And since he knows next to nothing about plumbing, we normally have to call him every month. Fortunately, it’s the landlord who pays.

Here, though, it’s we who pay, and we who choose the folks who work on our house. Thus, since Monday, seven different people have removed carpet, cut concrete, dug dirt, and relaid pipe. Tomorrow the concrete will be re-poured, after the weekend the carpet will be re-laid, and then, ta da, toilet paper will re-enter our downstairs life. So, far away friends, that’s our glamorous American life. At least this time, if anyone says oh putain, it’s us.

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4 Comments on “Putain De Plomberie”


  1. Sympathy . Today it was the furnace not turning off which is much better than not turning ON. The culprit was a clogged filter. Be advised. Happy to have you this side of the pond and the Sound.

  2. Alain Laurent Says:

    Chers Amis,

    Bon courage pour ces dsagrments mais aprs il faudra ranger, aspirer, nettoyer….quel travail en perspective…

    Envoyez nous des photos ensuite….qu’en pense vos amis quatre pattes?

    Bises tous deux

    Amitis


  3. Nightmare…we dread plumbing repairs although we have found a very good French plumber. The real curse of France is the amount of English people who move to France and,as soon as they have crossed the Channel, whether they are hairdressers or salesmen, they instantly change into “builders, plumbers and electricians” and they really know nothing:)

  4. Abra Bennett Says:

    Pour les quatre pattes, ils ne sont pas très contents, mais, par contre, le nouveau béton était étalé aujourd’hui et ils ont laissé leurs empreints là-dessus, mignon comme tout.


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