Sarah burst into tears of relief. “Is the duck…?”
“Just doing my job, ma’am.” He handed her a fridge magnet shaped like a toilet. “Call us if anything else goes south. Or, you know, down.” clogged toilet services abingdon
Pete peered into the now-empty bowl. “Gone to the great bath in the sky. Or the Abingdon sewage treatment plant off Marcham Road. One of the two.” Sarah burst into tears of relief
“The duck,” Sarah whispered. “My son’s. He flushed it during his bath. I didn’t know until it was too late.” Or, you know, down
“Abingdon Clogged Toilet Services, this is Pete. Is it an emergency?”
The call came in at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday. Abingdon was asleep, save for the faint hum of the highway and the occasional barking of a fox near the Thames.