The next Saturday, 10am, I rocked up – toolkit in hand once again – but this time I had the full service kit for the shower.
I was determined to succeed, this had become a point of honour; I had already spentĀ four hours of the previous Saturday on the shower!
Once in the bathroom, I followed the same process I had developed the previous week.
I shut off the water and then
I removed the faceplate
Then I removed the water flow control
Then I removed the outer temperature control arm
Then I removed and dismantled the mixer control gears
Then I cut the waterproof sealant, and removed the backing plate from the wall.
Using the same BluTack and long screwdriver technique, I carefully removed the screws on the brass cover.
Then I worked the mixing cartridge out of its seat and through the tiny gap.
I took the cartridge in to the kitchen then broke it down to the 15 component parts.
I removed the old washers and O-rings.
Then I installed the new washers and O-rings that came in the service kit.
Then I rebuilt the mixer cartridge, then reassembled the shower.
Really, I can’t tell you how much like a Mission Impossible scene inserting those screws, one by one, through that tiny gap was.
With everything back in place I switched the mains water supply back on, put water back in the system and…
Listened to the unchanged drip-drip-drip from the shower.
At least I was getting quicker.
This time I had only used two hours.
The service kit had been a fair stab, but it seemed I had to get a whole new mixer cartridge.
Bugger.
(to be continued)







I am eagerly awaiting the bit in this confessions series where you bump into the girl wearing only her frilly underwear. (Her wearing it, not you!). Then there”ll be a bit of a chase and suddenly her 6 ft 6 ins boyfriend bursts in and you have to dive through the nearest window and run off down the street.
You’re scarily accurate. Except for the underwear. It was me wearing it, obv.