This morning, my cleaner came to do my place. She heard the water tank gargle. She said that my Septic Tank - at my neighbour's premises - needs emptying. After frantically calling several ones, a man called me back. He suggested that there is something underlying.
I reckon that my sewage is blocked, my end, and I need to locate the manholes to get deep down, and dirty, just like I did at my old home. A man who worked for my family will, hopefully, come over this evening; to rod the septic tank. But he isn't back at his home yet. I left my number with his wife.
The entire afternoon was spent running; like a headless chicken. However, I bought a five-litre bottle of water; for emergencies. And, speaking of toilets, the bathroom designer from my local area offered a toilet - for my Artist Friend - at £90, including installation.
