Some people work with poo for a
living, and for this I am grateful.
Imagine my surprise when I went
to flush the toilet and found that instead of water (and toilet paper) washing
away from the house, it was rising to the top of the seat. I jumped back in
fright.
The sewer pipes had blocked again
and I had to call SA Water in a hurry!
It seems to be a once a year
thing here, the pipes block up rock solid. The poo resembles something that a
hippie would construct a mud brick house from. It even has straw in it. I know,
because I looked in the street outlet. Perhaps horses sneak into our bathroom
of an evening and relieve themselves. That would explain the horseshoes that I
have found in the garden.
Poo isn’t too bad if it’s your
own that you are dealing with, but in this instance, it was a year’s worth of tenants’
poo!
Poor Mr Sponge didn’t realise
this was an ongoing problem and had the plunger out very quickly. This resulted
in poo flying all around the carport, spewing forth over every surface. In
the kitchen, poo had sprayed into the air. It had come up through the sink in
one big spurt. Particles reigned supreme, forcing themselves into the air on a
wave of gold liquid.
I didn’t know which disinfectant
bottle to grab first.
It was a
hot day and the smell was wafting in through the refrigerated air conditioner, faster than smoke out of a machine. It distinctly lacked that familiar strawberry scent of 90's nightclubs.
I immediately rang the
authorities and asked if I could catch a disease from the smell. They said no,
but that I should leave the house for the day. I now think that calling
Lifeline to ask this question was a mistake. Next time I want advice, I'll call the Clean Up Australia charity.
Poo wise, I guess this was a good
introduction into what life will be like when the baby arrives.
That's revolting! I would have dry retched terribly.
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