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Pete nodded. He’d heard this tone before. It was the tone of someone who had watched a toilet become a ticking time bomb. He followed her to the tiny cloakroom. One glance told him everything: the water level was perilously high, lapping at the rim like a creature tasting freedom. And floating ominously at the top was a single, bright yellow rubber duck.

“Just doing my job, ma’am.” He handed her a fridge magnet shaped like a toilet. “Call us if anything else goes south. Or, you know, down.” clogged toilet services abingdon

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.” Pete nodded

Back in the van, Pete wrote up the ticket: 1 clogged toilet. 1 rubber duck evicted. Customer happy. He smiled. In Abingdon, history went back a thousand years—from the abbey to the civil war. But some problems were timeless. And as long as people flushed things they shouldn’t, Pete would be there, plunger in hand, keeping the town’s porcelain peace. He followed her to the tiny cloakroom