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“Neighbor’s kids, then. Or you got a secret kebab habit you’re not owning up to.” He grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ve pulled a whole toy soldier collection out of a pipe in Earlsdon. One time in Coundon? A wedding ring. Woman cried when I gave it back.”

He went back downstairs, opened a beer, and listened to the water in his pipes run clean and fast. For the first time in weeks, the flat felt like his again. And somewhere across Coventry, Kev the Drain Avenger was already on to the next call—a pub toilet in Spon End with a blockage he’d later describe as “a tragedy of corn and misplaced confidence.” blocked drains coventry

Forty minutes later, a white van with a faded Drain Avenger decal pulled up. Kev was in his fifties, with a high-vis vest stretched over a gut that suggested a lifelong love of pork pies. He carried an inspection camera like a TV host holding a microphone. “Right, lad. Let’s see what’s festering down there.” “Neighbor’s kids, then

He called the first number on Google: Blocked Drains Coventry — 24/7 . A man with a voice like crushed gravel answered. “Name’s Kev. I’ll be there in twenty.” I’ve pulled a whole toy soldier collection out

It was a nightmare collage: congealed fat, a child’s hair scrunchie, a surprisingly intact takeaway menu from Ali’s Kebab House , and what looked like a tangle of wet wipes, despite the packaging’s flushable lie.