Man shovelling. Shhh!
Aah… the weekend. Time to relax. Recharge. Rejuvenate.
Re… reach for a shovel. (Wasn’t that an S Club 7 song?)
Lift the sewer access hatch.
And start digging.
Through packed “sludge”.
There’s nothing like blocked drains to remind you of one of the essentials of civilisation – good plumbing.
And then – after quite some time – the joy of watching free flowing water transport what other residents have kindly deposited. Watching it finally flow away.
On a more positive note – I noticed this writers website – The Writing Corp – which has some tips on overcoming another kind of blockage – writer’s block. Here are some of them:
- Close social media sites on your browser.
- Change fonts from time to time. (Wouldn’t have thought of this.)
- Stay away from the keyboard. (I search for fields and forest.)
- Drink water. (Erm… What about beer?)
Meanwhile… Big pat on the back for me for managing to write a post about sewers and blockages without using the word shhhh… (I deserve a starring role Vesuvius Poovious. A good funny book for kids.)
And imagine my delight when I discovered this blast from the past on the theme of shovelling. It’s the incomparable Christy Moore, in his much younger days, rwith the reminder: Don’t forget your shovel if you want to go to work.
Blackwatertown 
I always have my shovel ready. To dig my way out of the lying sludge spewed by candidates and elected officials.
Shame you weren’t nearby this weekend, you’d have felt right at home at my house.
(And by the way, you’re welcome to visit should you ever find yourself over this way. I’ll ensure the plumbing is in good order.)
A Bit To Close To Home! i Once Bought a job lot of Christmas tree designed toilet paper…somehow (in August) it popped-up in next door’s garden (I kid you not!)
A lava-tree?
yep, nothing like a blocked sewer to remind you your full of humility.
Full of something anyway.
It’s enough to make you clean round the bend, although now you can let the matter drop.
Double whammy.
Now that’s diggin’ ones way outta trouble, HH.
Blessings ~ Maxi
Though at the time, the deeper I dug, the worse it got.
With Christy singing in your ear, sur it was only half a job!
When we’ve had these problems, we’ve called men in a big van to come and rescue us. An important issue is that they take away the, um, sludge. What did you do with yours? This has bothered me for some days. I’m odd like that.
Good question. The advice was to bag it – multi bag it – let it dry – then dump it at the municipal dump. To go through official channels would cost loads – so the official expert informed me. So it’s currently in the drying stage in bags. Nice.
perhaps I should turn it into fuel or some kind of hut?