A bit of a multimedia experience this morning as I sifted through one-minute films of young people, prepping them for the web, while taking the occasional break to go look at a very different film being shot by another young person -- the extremely gainfully employed Dynorod man. He was filming my drains for me (we'll get a DVD next week!) as part of our ongoing attempt to find out what their problem is. Problem is now identified; at some point in the past, a builder or similar rinsed concrete powder down the drain, where it solidified into a variable-width partial blockage which is as hard as -- well, concrete. Chunks of it have been coming off and washing down the drain to make new, exciting blockages, but lots of it is in firm enough that they'll need to cut it out. Apparently there is kit to do this, but f***ing f***.
In other news, this week's strip, which is really worth not reading. No, really, don't. It's just depressing.
In other news, this week's strip, which is really worth not reading. No, really, don't. It's just depressing.
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Btw, the Kotama-like birds in the final panel are a nice touch. :-)
Edited at 2008-05-14 13:42 (UTC)
1. Whoever built the extension, a person who clearly favoured a "that'll do!" approach to construction projects.
2. Some mishap involving next door's micro-property contruction, which has a large concrete drive which was being laid while this house was conveniently empty.
3. Something bizarre done by the strange previous tenants during the illegal occupation and barricading phase of their time here.
I also thought long and hard about how I'd disposed of any extra concrete following the last construction project -- but it definitely wasn't me. There's MASSES of it.