drains 27 September 2011
So here’s how glamorous my life is – the drains in a section of the back garden are blocked. Badly blocked. V bunged up indeed. It was a job for a clearyourdrains professional, a lovely man who called out within the hour and identified the problem but could not rectify it – that’ll have to be whoever digs up the patio to see why the pipes are not joining, or perhaps there’s a crack and a leak, and so on. Now, in showbiz soap tradition I worry that there’ll be other nasties under that patio, but then I remind myself that the nasty we’re dealing with, even if it gets no worse, is sewage and therefore nasty enough in its own right. The nice man from the clearyourdrains company did put a lot of ‘matter’ into a sturdy black sack and the following morning as I was mooching about outside I saw that he had also left it neatly placed in a corner so at 6am (for that was the time) I was putting a big bag of poo in my bin. I spent the day convinced that the smell was following me around. Ah, the aching glamour of it all…
