My shower drain is all but blocked.
The report went into the property manager late last night. Urgent. Tried everything. Lots of Drano. Boiling water. Knitting needles. Great fun.
After running the AI gauntlet (like being asked if I had tried Drano, boiling water and knitting needles) they finally worked out that I have a problem.
I talked to my lovely tradie. We talked about this. He said he had some industrial strength Drano he could bring around.
Cool. Fine.
He called back 15 minutes later.
"DO NOT PUT DRANO DOWN YOUR SHOWER DRAINS!"
"Why not?" I asked.
"You have copper pipes. If you put Drano - well my Drano, down there you won't have any pipes left."
"Oh."
"My son in law is a plumber. We'll come over Tuesday morning and snake the drains. Can you take a picture of the outside walls of the flat so we can see what we're up against."
"Sure."
Adding to the complexity, the washing machine and laundry tub are plumbed into the shower drains.
Fun.
For the next few days it looks like I'll be showering in the gym. A pair of $1.50 thongs were purchased at Kmart on the way home from the gym tonight in preparation.
Jay has offered to let me use her washing machine.
Oh, and the pipes are all internal. And two storeys up.
As I said, fun.
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