Blocked Toilet Abingdon Repack -

“Need me to dispose of the evidence?” he asked.

Now, the whale was lodged like a grinning, unblinking cork in the bend of the pipes. The water level in the bowl rose ominously with every tentative flush. Lucy’s husband, Tom, was on a business trip in Manchester. Her phone battery was at 6%.

And from that night on, every parent in her playgroup had Dave’s number saved under “Toilet Emergency – No Questions Asked.”