Under pressure

In my delight at discovering I have water in my flat again (the good kind of water that comes from the tap, as opposed the bad that came through a hole in the wall and flooded the place) it slipped my mind that I'd meant to test out what the water pressure was like. Being no expert in these matters the test I had in mind wasn't overly complicated - just a simple matter of turning the tap all the way to the right then watching the rate at which the water pours. It was important to me to put my mind at ease over the question of whether the water pressure would be suitably high for my shower. I'd already had the plumbers assurances that the new boiler would deliver water at mains pressure, but I was still a little uncertain as to what that meant in reality, and I've learned that a certain amount of scepticism is healthy when dealing with anything flat related. So today, whilst an engineer was in the process of fitting a telephone socket, I remembered to turn the tap all the way to the right. With hindsight I might have taken a more gradual approach. As it was, the resulting spray of water reflected off the bottom of the sink and gracefully arced across the kitchen, coating with water virtually everything in a 5 foot radius, myself included.

I'm not certain exactly what sort of pressure that requires in terms of bars, but I'm fairly confident that it will suffice for my shower....