Subterranean Terrors

Next door lady just so happened to inform me the other morning as to the plight of her

household plumbing and as it was a bit too early for me to take in the intricacies and

traumatically over descriptive reason why she needed 'men in'......I promptly forgot.

Fine....the technicality of our complicated drain workings due to the age of our

properties meant that all blockages had to be dealt with almost inside my house due to

the incredibly bad positioning of the inspection hatch just on the inside of my rear door.

The problem....well lets just say that my house becomes uninhabitable due to the

comparative smell as to that of the pig farm just down the road at mucking out time.

Well now..the weather is officially starting to annoy me as it has started to play havoc

with my shoes and I am sick and tired of deviating around woodlands and muddy

areas in case my Demonias get grubby. All this at the time that I need to be outside

getting more photos and working images for the next series of paintings that I

am starting. Pre-raphaelite gothic goddesses in moody landscapes wearing floaty dresses

with and armour and faeries and stuff...oh my, that's a mouthful.

Yikes I've gone of the path again. So, having forgotten about the drain issue that had

been related to me in the morning, it was eventually evening and Moomin and I were in

slumber mode with typical girlie slumber clothing, nibbles and an endless supply

of chick flicks on the go. All of a sudden there was a yellow flashing light coming up

the lane which parked right outside my house. As the light illuminated the front room

Moomin and I looked at each other quizzically. "Alright love...where is the blockage?" said

a man's voice to next door lady. "OH.....I FORGOT......DRAIN MEN!" I whispered.

Through the door I could make out two figures in orange who started to pull open

drain covers. I very quickly explained to Moomin (in hushed tones) as to why we

can't let them in (pig farm) and we would have to be very quiet. "Pretend we aren't in"

whispered Moomin "that's it.....but, er the lights are on"

The men had now gone around the back and there were noises of tools and hoses

moving under the house with gushing water jets. "Er....hide!" I said and with that we

both dived on the floor and crawled under the coffee table as we pretended that we

were out or something. One of the men was now back at the front and was making

disapproving sounds as to the fact that the drain was still blocked. Then there was a

gushing sound and I was convinced that the hatch near the kitchen was going to be blown

upwards showering my house in next door lady's ........ooh I don't want to even think

about it. By now Moomin was having a huge fit of the giggles which started me off.

"Two grown up girls hiding under the table from men with boiler suits and a hosepipe

and a big van with yellow flashing lights, heheheheheh" it was mentioned.

All of a sudden there were two figures outside, this time though they were making

satisfied 'man sounds'...."ah there we go it's all gone now" one said. "Yes...

time for the pub then" said the other and with that they were gone.

Moomin and I lay there for a bit longer and when I had plucked up enough courage

I jumped up and peered out of the window. "Oh good....they've gone, lets get back

to chick flicks and dips"

I recently saw next door lady and there was no mention of the drain, however I did

give her some money off vouches for 'all bran' and some 'fruit and fibre' cereal...

well she may take the hint!