“Dave speaking. Toilet or sink?”
It was 11:47 PM on a freezing Tuesday in Abingdon, and Lucy’s toddler had just achieved something that would go down in family infamy. The cheerful yellow plastic whale that lived in the toilet—a bath toy she’d forgotten to remove—had been flushed. blocked toilet abingdon
True to his word, a battered white van with a magnetic sign pulled up at 12:01 AM. Dave was in his sixties, with a grey beard and the calm eyes of someone who’d seen horrors no plumber should have to witness. He carried a toolbox and what looked like a flexible camera on a long snake. “Dave speaking
“Toilet. There’s… a whale.”
“Say no more. I’m in Caldecott Road. Be there in twelve minutes.” blocked toilet abingdon