"Blast and damnation," Arthur muttered, gripping his umbrella tight. He poked the grating with the tip of his shoe. The sludge gurgled back at him, defiant.
Arthur let out a breath he felt he’d been holding all night. He checked the pavement. The sludge was gone, washed away into the main sewer system, destined for a treatment plant far, far away. drain unblocking long eaton
Thump-thump-thump.
As Baz packed up his gear, the rain finally began to ease, the clouds breaking just enough to let a sliver of moonlight touch the wet tarmac of Long Eaton. "Blast and damnation
Arthur winced. He’d heard stories of the "Fatbergs" in London sewers, but he hadn't expected one to take up residence under his privet hedge. " Arthur muttered