Cursed plastic water pipes

I decided to put up some shelves in the utility room in our house today, for which Emma has been asking for quite some time. All went well until I drilled the last hole and hit a plastic hot-water pipe. What followed was a scene of which Michael Crawford would have been proud. In true ‘Some Mother’s Do ‘Ave ‘Em’ style, the water squirted out. I struggled to turn off the water supply whilst Emma blocked the hole with her finger, the result of which was that the water started to squirt behind the plasterboard wall. Murron also heard me shout ‘F*CK’ very loudly, and came down to chastise me.

I’m not great when it comes to DIY on any utilities, so I called in a plumber, who’s due to come round tomorrow morning. After a conversation with my mother-in-law, it is clear that we will need to leave for Grimsby at 11:00 tomorrow morning (she has booked tickets for a pantomime). Phoned the plumber back to tell him that if he couldn’t finish the job by 11:00, he shouldn’t bother to come round. He only had an answer phone on, so I called a second plumber – one that was recommended by my band mate Andy’s girlfriend. He said he would be fine to do the job for 11:00, so I phoned back the first plumber and left a message to tell him not to bother coming over in the morning, given the requirement to leave at 11:00.