Hot water...where are you?

Our water traumas have not yet left us. When we lived here 2.5 years ago, we had constant problems with water supply into the house. It seemed that we had two choices: either we had cold water running out of both taps or we had hot water running out of both taps. The expectation that cold water would come out of the cold tap and hot water would come out of the hot tap was simply unreasonable. We ended up using the shower in the rustico where the taps did what they were supposed to do. I remember a very cold winter which saw two people in their dressing gowns leaving footprints in the snow as they moved between the house and the rustico for their daily ablutions. Now that we are living here permanently we simply must get this water problem corrected and it is at the top of our list of priorities. This week, I called our wonderful plumber, Lilo, who spent 2 hours during his siesta trying to figure it out but left saying that he would "study it" (!?). I hope he returns, as the problem has already confounded two other plumbers who fled down the driveway in terror. Meanwhile, as Autumn progresses and Winter threatens, two dressing gowns are again making the pilgrimage...

 

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