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Dave crouched by the main gully outside the back door. He lifted the grate. No flow. Black water sat flush with the top of the pipe. He took his long, coiled drain rod—the one with the corkscrew attachment—and fed it in.

Scrape. Thunk. Pause.

She started to cry, quietly. Mr. Somchai, who had been furious an hour ago, put a hand on her shoulder. “I will make you soup,” he said. “Clear broth. For the stomach.” drain unblocking epsom

For Dave, the owner of Drain Dynamo Epsom , that was practically a lie-in. He’d already been up since six, decoking a fatberg in Stoneleigh. He rinsed his gloves, grabbed the heavy-duty kit, and pointed his van toward the town centre. Dave crouched by the main gully outside the back door

Dave wiped his hands. “Upstream, then. There’s a flat above you?” Black water sat flush with the top of the pipe

“It’s coming up through the floor drain,” he said, his voice tight. “And the… other one. The staff toilet.”