Many moons back the Cook and I had house built in a new suburb north of Perth ( Padbury, commonly described then as 'South Geraldton' by horrid people ) and one evening we were sitting in the lounge when a lovely young thing cane running over our newly planted lawn in her nightie..... my hopes rose as she was quite lovely. 

But they were soon dashed as she was desperate for help as water was pouring through the light fitting in parts of their also new house. I rushed over turning the water off and also the power in the meter box and went inside to see what was going on.
Water was pouring out of several fittings so I got a step ladder and went up into the ceiling where I found a loose pipe which fed water into their storage tank. The 'plumber' had not tightened the nut down onto the olive which clamps onto the copper pipe so every time they turned on the water the pressure caused the pipe to pushback until eventually it just came right out and sprayed water everywhere. 
Off back home for a spanner, back into the roof and all fixed in a couple of minutes by tightening the thing correctly.
A so called plumber had the bloody cheek to knock on my door days later, when he'd decided he had time to fix his bad workmanship, and tell me he was taking me to court for doing his job for him as I wasn't a licensed plumber!
We didn't use the expression 'Foxtrot Oscar' back then but that's what I told him and never heard anything further. 
 
  
AlanH.
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