Well that was fun................
I noticed the drains were a bit 'off' this morning, made a mental note to have a look after work and the match. Thommo on GSS, and 2-0 down in a flash; then my father-in-law turns up (he lives over the road) with his pressure washer and announces he's going to have a look at the problem.
tricky one, this- he's retired a few years, and very active, and likes to be left alone to get on with it, but you have to go through the charade of offering to help. He never accepts, says he enjoys the activity after a lifetime on the railways. So- eyes still on the screen- I make the half-hearted offer........
Bollocks. He's jumped at it.
Manhole covers off, looks fairly clogged but nothing serious...I'm reckoning this'll be over by half time. On goes the 200lb pressure (or whatever),check the other manhole and there's barelya trickle. So he perseveres- careful with the angle of attack, let's not douse the neighbours' drive with shit- and nothing...........
Hop over the road- ask Reg for his rods -'We're 2-1 up, own goal'- then start poking around..............
Fuck me.
I have never seen-and never want to see again- what came shooting down that drain. A fecking battenburg cake shaped meatloaf sized brick of shite that could choke a hungry donkey. The sight- appalling. The smell- indescribable. And no, father-in-law, it wasn't a great idea to try to blast it into submission, because a rock-hard breezeblock battering-ram of ancient rectal waste will throw the water-and attached detritus- back at you.
Or more specifically, me.
So- respect if you work for the water board, Dynorod or similar- I couldn't do what you do. And thank you, Xabi and Igor, because my eyes are still sore, my throat is raw, and I don't care.
