and an accumulator (which I think no longer accumulates).
The pump is a jet pump, sat next to the accumulator in the basement.
It's like living on a boat . . and every time I hear the pump I get to growl, "Who's using water?"
It's been handy hearing the pump . . . our copper pipes keep springing pinhole leaks. I now have a patchwork of plastic lengths.
All of this stuff, of course, needs replacing. First, tho, we have to pay the tax man.