Drain Cleaning - Coventry
“Dig it out, Eddie!” “That’s a fatberg the size of a Ford Fiesta!” “My nan’s sink did that in ’78. She just used bleach.”
“Victorian penny, if I’m not mistaken. This part of the drain hasn’t been properly cleaned since the Blitz. When the bombs fell on Coventry in 1940, this whole area shook. Pipes cracked. Debris fell in. Over eighty years, it all congealed. Every flush, every chip shop oil dump, every lost ring and forgotten toy—it all settled right here.” drain cleaning coventry
Eddie grunted. “They’re afraid of the old brick sewers. Victorian ghosts and collapsed arches. I’ll be there in twenty. Bring the high-pressure jetter, the 150-meter reel, and that new articulated camera head you’ve been too scared to use.” “Dig it out, Eddie