Drain Unblocking Epsom Today

Dave jet-washed the line anyway—three thousand psi, hot water, the works. By noon, the restaurant’s drains ran clear as a mountain stream. He charged his standard rate, plus the environmental disposal fee for the felt and the rubber. He wrote “toy dinosaur” on the invoice as a joke, then crossed it out.

Dave shook his head gently. “The dinosaur didn’t make it.” drain unblocking epsom

“Mrs. Pargeter. Number two.”

She laughed. “You’re in Epsom, love. There’s no such thing.” Dave jet-washed the line anyway—three thousand psi, hot