Not a drip

Just the kitchen tap; but it's not dripping. Hurray!

It had been quietly dripping for five years or more since we moved here; sometimes loud enough for me to hear from the bedroom during bouts of insomnia. I am so grateful to Mr H for fixing it that I have chosen not to blip the view of the builder's cleavage that I was granted when he was head down under the kitchen sink. :-)

Edit: I just read that at Doc's place in Cannery Row "the toilet leaked for five years until a clever and handsome guest fixed it with a piece of chewing gum."