Thought I'd share this with you.
Dear Sir, Re: Whole of House Pump - Some advice which may assist in your choice of power wink
I took the wrong advice from 'the plumber from hell' about 5 years ago.. he told me I NEEDED a 5.5bar whole of house pump as our corner bath/Jacuzzi stated it required 3 bar and above.. yes that's right.. needed !
On first trying the shower with its inbuilt body massage nozzles (trade descriptions suit duly filed for change of name to jet blasting cabinet), the mighty power of the jet wash was truly experienced.. with ones private parts being blasted against door and desperately leaning forward into the storm muttering, "Must switch off before I drown.." the force was no different to that of my Karcher, albeit somewhat hotter.. Actually, a Steam Cleaner would be a better description. As the valve closed, the whole shower cubicle rocked as the pipes flexed due to the pressure, and I watched the torrent in the base slowly start to drain.. my ankles were still in about 3" of water eek "I'm still alive", I muttered whilst grabbing large breaths of air. I opened the blast doors shower doors and stepped out of the Abyss.
I staggered out of the spare rooms on-suite and into our bathroom to dry my face, arms outstretched in a poise not dissimilar to that of a zombie. With out thinking and hovering over the waterfall glass sink, I grabbed a face flannel and pulled on the lever to once again summon the God of water. Clearly the brain was suffering from shock because even a madman would not once again unleash the torrent. This time in a clam shaped and very open glass sink.. but I'd already pulled the tap and at that exact moment had envisaged the drama about to ensue. In slow motion, I felt the vibration coming up through the floor as the angry water came screaming out of the tap and watched as the inevitable tidal wave formed in the blink of an eye. Waterfall?? laugh "Noooooooooo!", I stammered, and held up my face flannel like a crucifix against the devil, but the devil was laughing too hard and I knew I was doomed. Obviously closing the valve would have been the sensible thing to do, but instead I stepped away in fear to witness the spectacular water feature that I had now installed in my bathroom. The fan shaped waterfall took no prisoners - water was directed directly squarely at the ceiling as its first port of call, narrowly missing the light fitting. I was like Homer watching a butterfly, I observed, again in slow mo, as everything in the room was consumed in water. After realising that it would not stop until I closed the tap, I reached out and struck the top quelling the flow in a manly fashion. The water stopped but I could hear the pump still running..
Now worrying that the pump from hell had possessed the rest of the house, I ran downstairs to see if water was leaking from anywhere else. My wife was walking towards the kitchen sink and she said," Oh that's strange.. there is water dribbling out of the tap... may be it's not shut fully". I watched her hand reach out to check the valve and let out another, "Nooooooooooooooo!!!" but it fell on deaf ears and she pushed first, then while looking at me like I was deranged, pulled on the lever from Hell and I watched as the swan neck raised from the pressure before delivering its payload like some heat ray from a martians' tripod.. she did the same as me and stepped back. The force was incredible, we now had an upward fountain which was ricocheting off the ceiling. Doing the man thing I ran in fearless and closed the valve. The pump was still running in the back ground.. "Don't move" I stated and went to the pump and pulled the fuse. "It's safe now" I said
I think I will be selling the brand new Monsoon 4.5 bar whole house pump.