The first one looks like how the leak in my first bathroom got 'fixed'. Fixed the leak, and it was good - for about two weeks, then it started leaking again. It kept leaking, and leaking, and leaking. Each fix got a little bigger. When it got to the size of my fist it got 'fixed' by putting a small condensate pump under it, and every once in awhile, when the tank got full, it would pump the water into the sink. And then it stopped leaking altogether. Bah.
"It ain't what you're told, it's what you know." - Granny Weatherwax
Fawkahwe tribal police SWAT Team
Some days, the supply of available curse words is insufficient to meet my demands.
.....Call me a craftsman, artisan, or artistic, and I will accept that. Call me an artist and you will likely get a quite rude comment in return. I am not a @#$%ing artist.