Blocked Toilet Abingdon ((free)) -

And from that night on, every parent in her playgroup had Dave’s number saved under “Toilet Emergency – No Questions Asked.”

It was 11:47 PM on a freezing Tuesday in Abingdon, and Lucy’s toddler had just achieved something that would go down in family infamy. The cheerful yellow plastic whale that lived in the toilet—a bath toy she’d forgotten to remove—had been flushed.

She paid the very reasonable fee (Dave refused a tip, saying “I charge what’s fair, love, not what’s desperate”). Before he left, he handed her a laminated card: “Abingdon Draincare – No job too weird.” blocked toilet abingdon

“No. Plastic. Bath toy. My son is two.”

“Need me to dispose of the evidence?” he asked. And from that night on, every parent in

“Dave speaking. Toilet or sink?”

Thirty seconds of careful maneuvering, a squelch of suction, and then— pop —the whale emerged, dripping, still smiling. Dave held it up like a prize fish. Before he left, he handed her a laminated

Lucy looked at the whale, now sitting on the fireplace like a trophy. “Flushing,” she said, and smiled.