Drains Wirral: Unblocking

“Morning, love,” he said, pulling on a pair of industrial gloves that looked like they’d survived a war. “What’s the story?”

He drove away in his yellow van. The drains ran clear. And for the first time in a week, Edith ran a bath without fear. unblocking drains wirral

“That’s your blockage,” Kev said, dropping the soldier into a bucket. “The ring’s a bonus.” “Morning, love,” he said, pulling on a pair