Emergency — Drainage Stoke On Trent

His van, a rattling white transit held together by caffeine and sheer will, skidded to a halt on Victoria Road, Fenton. The customer, a frantic café owner named Mrs. Kapoor, was waving her arms like she was signalling a plane.

“Collapsed clay pipe,” he muttered into his radio. “Circa 1920. The joint’s blown. And the main trunk line is backing up because the storm drain on Duke Street is overwhelmed.” emergency drainage stoke on trent

“Dave! It’s coming up through the floor! Smells like a hundred years of bad decisions!” His van, a rattling white transit held together