See, when things go wrong, it is you housebloggers that I think about. A couple weeks back, we had a nasty cold snap. It was below 25 degrees for about a week here in Arkansas. My renter was good and left the faucets dripping, but when it's that cold and the house doesn't have real insulation, it just isn't enough sometimes. Oh, and the renter wasn't home when this happened.
They discovered it when the neighbors called because they were concerned about the lake in the yard.
Note, the builders of this gem of a house decked the floors with chip-board. On the upside, this probably saved the whole house from flooding. Once the floors in the bedrooms were ruined, the water drained straight through it and into the crawlspace.
Some of the tear out heaped in the carport.
Condensation on the ceiling from all that lovely moisture.
Oh, and did I mention that our insurance doesn't cover this kind of damage. Driving rain? Fire? Tornado? Yes. Burst pipe in the bathroom? No.
So, this is all out of pocket (and being documented for a monster tax write-off next year). So far, all new plumbing, new bathtub, new sub-floors (approximately 400-500 square feet), new carpet, new vinyl, new drywall, three new doors, and . . . counting.
On the upside, this should all be finished next week because I hired the whole bleeding mess out. See! I learned something!
But plumbing is still the Devil.
Labels: bathroom, bedroom, flooding, floors, fugly, Kenny and Burt, money, plumbing, woe