Pete peered into the now-empty bowl. “Gone to the great bath in the sky. Or the Abingdon sewage treatment plant off Marcham Road. One of the two.”
Sarah burst into tears of relief. “Is the duck…?”
He flushed twice to be sure. Clean as a whistle. clogged toilet services abingdon
“Three… two… one,” Pete said, and hit the trigger.
The van rumbled to life. Another crisis averted. Another satisfied flush. Pete peered into the now-empty bowl
The call came in at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday. Abingdon was asleep, save for the faint hum of the highway and the occasional barking of a fox near the Thames.
“I tried everything,” she said. “Boiling water. Dish soap. That snake thing from Amazon. It’s… it’s not just water in there, Pete.” One of the two
The toilet was clear.