Call me foolish, but I’ve never thought twice about what I put down the sink, not to mention the toilet. From coffee grounds to chemicals, tea bag strings to towelettes (moist and otherwise), my drains have dealt with it – and admirably so, I’ll have you know. That is, up until now. Evidently, I never got the memo about not putting misc substances down your drains, and now everyone’s acting like I’m an idiot.
I’ve gotten to the age of 30 without so much as gurgle of complaint from my pipes, so it comes as a bit of a surprise that I’ve got some severely blocked drains. Essendon has people who can sort it, though, right? I mean, it’s not looking good right at this minute, but how bad can it really be? A quick scrub and a flush or whatever it is that plumbers do, and everything will be back to normal.
Mum’s reading this over my shoulder, and she reckons I’m going to need the full shebang – high pressure cleaning and drain camera inspections. Melbourne might be at the forefront of technological innovation, but surely drain cameras aren’t a thing, Mum. Now she’s assuring me that they are, and also taking yet another opportunity to tell me off about my carelessness.
Well, like I said, I never got the memo on this. If I was supposed to know, why didn’t anyone tell me? It’s like people think I’m a mind reader or something. Maybe everyone else is a mind reader, and what I missed out on is actually the gene for that. Or maybe it’s considered common sense. I don’t put much stock in that, though – according to Albert Einstein, common sense is just the collection of prejudices acquired by the age of eighteen.
Point is, I’m doing my best to keep things trucking along, just like everyone else. I’m sure there are things that other people do that cause water damage to their house. I don’t know what, but there must be something.