Preparing to clean up the kitchen after yesterday's breakfast, a wrench was thrown into the works.  Literally, as it happened.  I noticed, while groping below the sinks, in the cupboard where I store among other things, potatoes and onions that the onion bag from which I was retrieving an onion in making preparations to put a chicken soup on to cook for our evening meal, that the bag was wet.

It was one of those proverbial "uh-oh" moments.  And sure enough there was a leak.  As my husband searched about there, he discovered it was coming from the right-hand sink of the two we have in the counter, and it seemed that the plumbing leading from the sink drain down toward the twin run-offs had been compromised. 

So while the soiled post-breakfast dishes were piled on the counter-top and I wasn't able to run the kitchen taps because he had right away begun uninstalling the affected piping which revealed signs of having been corrupted and finally failed, I set about doing other things in the kitchen that didn't require an infusion of tap water, like preparing to bake date squares for dinner dessert.

It took him little time to drive down to the local hardware emporiums of which we have ample now that commercial interests have broadened and developed in the area, and to arrive back home soon afterward clutching all the plumbing parts he needed to restore the sink to good-as-new condition.

And then the morning began to reflect our normal Friday activities, other than the fact that we were in for an all-day heavy rain, and the prospects for a ravine walk looked pretty dismal.

This little incident is to be tucked away in the annals of our personal 'never a dull moment' archives.