TheBanyanTree: A surprise

[PJMoney]

For the last several weeks (or maybe months) I've noticed that our water
pressure isn't what it used to be.  It has never been anything like the
pressure we had down south, which pressure I once saw take big chunks of
footpath and hurl them onto the roof of the house across the road, but it
has been acceptable.  Now, however, it takes much more time than I want to
wait to fill up a bucket and successful use of the dunny in our ensuite
means waiting at least 10 minutes between flushes of the appliance.

Another thing I've noticed recently, while doing my business in the dunny in
our ensuite, is a strange knock, knock sound that reminds me of pumps.  When
I went outside to determine from which direction the noise was coming I
discovered that there was no noise outside.  So I turned off one fan in our
bedroom, and then both, to see if that was where the noise was coming but it
made no difference.

Today, after having had sufficient time to cogitate on what the hell was
going on, I decided to check the water meter.  With all taps turned off the
thing was still turning, turning and turning. 

I suspected that we have a busted pipe somewhere.  Where could it be?  There
are no pools of standing water about.  But there is the knock, knock sound
in the ensuite.  I turned the water off at the main.  I went into the
ensuite and listened for the knock, knock.  No knock, knock.  Ha, ha!  We
have a busted pipe somewhere.  Great.

Well, if we have a busted pipe it must be leaking.  If the noise is loudest
in the ensuite maybe the leak is somewhere around there.

I went outside again, this time to check for signs of water soaking into the
concrete slab on which our bedroom is built.  I raised my eyes to the level
of the fly wire screens that cover the three small louvered windows that
provide light and air to, respectively, the shower space, the dunny and the
wardrobe.  And what do I see?

I see that there is a gap between each window sill and the fly wire screen.
I see that each aluminium framed louver window has its own sill and in two
of those sills green tree frogs have taken up residence.  There is one frog
in the shower window and there are three in the dunny window.

Lovely!  

And thank goodness they're only in the window.  The people next door have
these frogs actually living in their actual toilet bowl.  I couldn't sit on
a dunny in which a frog was actually living.  It might touch my bare skin
and then, given my exaggerated startle reflex, I don't know what would
happen.  I'd probably leap off, go crashing into the dunny wall, knock
myself out and finish up with more problems than I currently have.

I really like green tree frogs.  They're sweet looking things and make nice
noises.  I just don't want them touching anything other than my hands.