Usually, I solve my drain problems by dumping a load of chemicals down there. Not very environmentally friendly, perhaps, but you can get some really powerful stuff right off the supermarket shelves, and it does the trick just fine. Anything you need, really. It works for me, it works for the family, and it definitely works for the folks who make special, drain-clearing chemicals.
Or rather…most of the time. I’d always thought it was just a matter of dumping the stuff down there and letting the chemicals eat through all the blockage, but there ARE some issues that need a bit more power. Like, hunt around for Melbourne blocked drain people, because this stuff needs special attention. I’m certainly not jumping down into a sewer to see what’s happening. There are professionally trained people to do this sort of thing for me!
Don’t much like the idea of not being able to fix a problem around the house. Maybe it’s because I grew up on a farm, where you can’t just call in the fence repair man, or the cow milking guy from down the road, or the tractor wheel replacement company. You just do all of that yourself. I may be a city-slicker nowadays, but that attitude marches on. Until we get to sewer repair, that is…we had nothing like that on the farm. Maybe some similar things, but not actual sewers. Well, not that I ever knew of, anyway. Everything gets more complicated when you take into account a bunch of people all living right next to each other, with sewers running this way and that. Suddenly you need to call in professionals based in Melbourne, sewer repair just becomes so complicated. Maybe it’s best that everyone has something to do. If I could fix sewers, then someone else would be out of a job.
It was meant to be the family weekend of a lifetime. Finally, everyone was going to be together, not in a rushed fashion, but for three days. Together enjoying the fresh air and countryside, with not a worry in the world except for how hot the chicken is! Bliss. My family has all become incredibly distracted over the last few years, distant. The only time we ever see each together is at a rushed dinner that was thrown together last minute, or at some large event where we exchange words at the buffet. I had the idea a few months back to plan a country getaway for all of us to reconnect.
After months of rigorous planning I finally had everything sorted; everyone was coming, all the cottages were booked. I had even planned entertainment for the kids. At 9 am the morning before we are all supposed to depart I get a call from my eldest brother. His son, Joe, wasn’t feeling too well and they weren’t sure they could come. I pretty much scream at him that unless Joe needs to be hospitalised they were coming. I had packed medical supplies and there were comfy beds for him to sleep on. My brother relented and agreed to come. I thought all was going to plan until I got a call from my Mum.
She has an arborist coming because they needed urgent tree attention and she couldn’t possibly arrange to have her stump removal in Melbourne done at any other time. I told her that it was unacceptable. I had spent too much time and money on this trip to have her blow it off because of a hazardous stump in her garden. I hadn’t had a conclusive answer from her. So the next morning I woke up raring to go and got a call from a tree felling company based in Melbourne who wanted to know when it would be best to remove my mother’s tree stump. I told them I could would pay them double if they did the tree removal that afternoon. They declined my generous offer but were there that very day.
House parties are so hard to clean up after, I swear. It’s like cooking a roast dinner: six hours of preparation, and then it’s gone in twenty minutes. Twenty great minutes, but even that’s offset by all the cleaning up you have to do.
Honestly, I blame Bear-Revel. I know the series is ridiculous, portraying the adventures of a man trying to set up a party planning business around the theme of bears, employing a number of actual bears, but I just felt inspired. I just HAD to go and have a massive party, inviting the entire neighbourhood. And look where it got me: a house in tatters, cups and plates and food all over the floor, the bathroom in a state I’d rather not describe and the laundry window is smashed in. How?? Why were people IN there??
One party and already I’m looking around Melbourne for aluminium window repair. You know what? Next time I’m just going to other people’s parties. I’ll save myself a load of heartbreak, maybe offer to clean up because I know how much of a pain it’ll be, but don’t expect any invites any time soon. Even a simple dinner party is off the table for now.
That smashed window, seriously…and of course, no one is owning up to the crime. I didn’t hear it happen, but it’s a clean break and there was a bottle on the other side. Did someone get startled and just fling it straight through the pane? I don’t think anyone here had any malicious intent, so it must have been some sort of bizarre accident.
Thanks a lot, Bear-Revel. I don’t care if you’re meeting up with Jessaby Bones, Spook Sage and the lady from Iron Missed in a massive team-up series where you form a Pretenders tribute band. When the Melbourne window replacement people get here, I’ve half a mind to send you the bill.