“Yeah,” Dave said. “But make it a simple one. A nice, boring, modern plastic pipe full of nothing but soap suds.”
“Mrs. Pargeter. Number two.”
Dave wiped his hands. “Upstream, then. There’s a flat above you?” drain unblocking epsom
Glug-glug-glug-shloop.
Mr. Somchai stared at it. “That’s not ours. We don’t have… children’s things.” “Yeah,” Dave said
Back in the van, he radioed his wife, who ran dispatch from their spare bedroom. “One more job before home?” she asked. he radioed his wife