Once open the gulleys were clean and clear so everything was replaced and I came back in to watch the Liverpool game. As time went by I did notice the familiar sewer odour occasionally penetrating my senses but ignored it as I knew they were working along the road. At 9.45 SWMBO arrived home from visiting her mate and on opening the garage door was greeted with a 'tidal wave of ****'. She immediately reversed back off the drive and went to tell the chaps up the road. I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story:
Once the football was over I went to see how much of my kit had been damaged and which parts I could recover to the shed. At that point I placed a plank across the river and helped SWMBO get across and down to the front door so she could get inside and warm up. As I was now wearing boots I asked her to go through the house and unbolt the back gate so I could take stuff round to the shed. I heard the little scream of surprise while I waited for the gate to be opened and once I had access I saw the reason for that:
So I am now looking for a film to watch while the chaps do their stuff and clean up all our houses which have been affected. The slight irony is that I have the chap from Trading Standards coming to see me tomorrow morning about the lethal spring compressors, so I'll be amused to hear his take on Thames Water!!
So there you are, undeniable proof that the saying is true "S**t happens!!"
