Reassemble. Works again.

Get up, there is light from the mouth of the cave, stand barefoot on the cold stones in the less-than twilit crepulscar cave. Feel the way over to the door tot the bathroom, open it. The light is on, it was left on for fear of not being able to find the light switch in the morning, and for fear of stumbling against something in the dark, and fear of breaking something.
There is the toilet, use it then go over to the low sink to brush the nights sleep from the teeth, to throw cold water into the face. Go out again, put the clothes on, put yesterdays socks and shirt into the plastic bag for the washing. For the washing when back home.
Next week.

Go back into the bathroom with the spanner bought yesterday, and remove the tap from the shower. That is easy. Cannot understand why it does not work, but take it out, put it into the pocket, and leave the cave. It is nine in the morning, the sun is low, and there is a little dew on the plants in the garden.
Go out through the ancient wooden gate and walk up the path to the main road where the car is parked.

The bushes on the one side of thhe e path hide the top of the cliff, sheer for thirty metres, to the buildings of the small town below. Look down at the rooftops, over this hedge of bushes trimmed flat at the top.

At the top, there is the small car, parked at the side of the road.

Get in, and drive to the local bricolage, un magasin , whatever, a hardware store.
Drive against the glaring low sun.
Drive into the little town, take a wrong turning.
Take help from a navigation program on the telephone.

Arrive at the shop, the shop is barely open.
All sleepy.
The girl serving is young, her neck is covered with bite marks, some amorous encounter the night before.

She does not have a clue about taps.
A man turns up.
We try to talk, French is the only way he knows.

At the end of it all, buy two tap fittings.
And a rod to hang the head of the shower upon.

Drive back to the cave.
Stop for a coffee on the way.
Cafe Marescot in Trôo

At the cave replace the head of the tap.
Now it works, it just drips a bit when open full.
Go to the neighbour, borrow an electric drill.
Make two holes, fit the bar.

Then, in a fit, dismantle the old fitting.
Clean it, remove the lime scale.
Reassemble.
Works again.

Take the new fitting down from where it had been fixed.
Replace it with the old fitting.
That works perfectly now.
Plumbing should be left to those of the trade.