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“Mr. Duckworth?” Mrs. Albright called from the stairs. “Is everything all right?”

Frank yanked the rod back so fast he nearly fell into the hole. drain unblocking swindon

“Just a compacted fat deposit, madam. Nasty one. But she’s flowing free now.” Frank speaking. If it’s an emergency

“Duckworth’s Drains, Frank speaking. If it’s an emergency, I’ll be there. If it’s a hairball, call a barber.” drain unblocking swindon

Bath Road was a picture of suburban misery. The gutters were overflowing, and number 17’s front garden had become a murky pond. Mrs. Albright met him at the door in a floral dressing gown, her knuckles white around a mug of tea.