Following on from yesterday’s Facebook timehop – here’s what
happened the next day
GREAT - now
the soil pipe's blocked - fortunately Will Fixit is here and is going back home
for his rods.
I blame Fester
flushing mud from water beetling samples down the sink and everything Ferretfingers
picked off the wall which went down the plughole last night.
Talk about
Chateau Midden!
Thunderthighs has
had to go and do his post-school wee on the compost heap!
So tiptoes
through the grass barefoot as he hasn't the sense to put his slippers on.
Is it me or
do none of the men in this family have any nous whatsoever?
It
wouldn't be so bad if:
a)
I hadn't gone out on Monday morning, cleared all the hair and gunk that was on
the grid outside the kitchen, then put soda crystals and boiling water down the
bath, wash-handbasin and sink plugholes.
b)
I hadn't been drinking lemon tea all day to fend off a cold, so now need a wee
and have no intention of squatting on the compost heap myself.
Hooray!
Will
Fixit has fixed it.
The
blockage was caused by a build up behind 2 bits of the vertical soil/stench
pipe which must have fallen down and in when they were putting an extra bit on
the top for the drains from the loft extension shower-room loo last week. They had a helluva job getting the original
top bit off as in the 1920s they poured molten lead into the joints to seal
them.
So
I'm not surprised bits on the inside fell off.
And
at least we now have nice clean and sort of inspected drains.
Much
relief all round.
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