Drain Unblocking Epsom [VALIDATED - 2027]

The address was a small Thai restaurant squeezed between a vape shop and a charity boutique on the high street. The owner, Mr. Somchai, was standing outside in his chef’s whites, holding a broom like a weapon against an invisible tide.

It was solid. Not a simple wodge of wet wipes. Something structural. He pulled the rod back. On the end, tangled in black slime, was a child’s rubber duck. Cheerful. Yellow. And next to it, a small, matted clump of what looked like felt. drain unblocking epsom

Scrape. Thunk. Pause.

A belch of foul air, then a genuine, eager drain-sound. The kind that makes a plumber smile. The address was a small Thai restaurant squeezed

“My grandson,” she said, before Dave could ask. “He visits on Sundays. He likes to flush things. Last week it was a spoon. I thought I’d caught him in time.” She looked at Dave’s bucket. “Oh dear. Not the dinosaur?” It was solid