Conor couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at his wife’s joke. It was the running joke about the appliances and old things he kept in working order around the house. Conor hated throwing anything out and liked to fix everything. It was almost an obsession. He would fix it before replacing it and only if the thing was so far gone he had zero way of fixing it did he relent and allow them to buy a new one. It was just his way. One he was glad was accepted by the family so openly and something he hoped to teach his son.<br/><br/>Conor leaned down under the sink to have a good look and gave a little chuckle as the problem presented itself to his eyes. “It seems like everything under here looks good,” he said as he cast his gaze around at the pipes and touched it to make sure there was no water leaking out, which there wasn’t. He rose up from under the sink and tried to turn it on, nothing happened. Frowning at it he turned it off again and undid the end of the foset. “Ummm,” he said as he pulled the screen out, “seems the screen got clogged up again,” he finished. Taking the screen in his hand from it’s resting place and turning on the tap to run water. The jet of water was much thicker then it usually was and stronger. He rinsed the screen and turned the tap back off. Reset everything and put the sink back together, “there we go,” he said. Turning it on to it’s normal running water once more.<br/><br/>Turning back to the sink Conor washed his hand before taking his regular seat at the table. He sat next to his son Thomas on one side and his wife Alexia would sit on the other side of him. He always did enjoy sitting with his family. “I’m definitely glad for breakfast this morning,” he said with a genuine smile.