'where there's muck there's brass'..

..as Wayne told me with his Devon accent.

Isn't it typical though, a friend just about to arrive to stay for a few days and the loo and bathroom plumbing starts to gurgle and make horrid noises.
All the more complicated as here in the hills most of the houses have their own septic tanks (no deep sewerage for us, far too modern!!) and apart from the dreaded root invasion, septic tanks are likely to be part of the problem.

Anyway, dear, sweet and very cheerful (considering he spends a good part of his day cleaning out septic tanks) Wayne arrived this morning and did the deed.
All the while wired for i-pod sound and at one point, puffing on a rollie, which considering the smell and probable methane around must be as hazardous to his health as the dreaded tobacco!
While I lit several sticks of incense in the house,Astro was a very enthusiastic 'helper', sniffing around the lengths of piping. Eeeeewwwww.

Hopefully now we are gurgle free for at least the next five years.

Makes one realise what stirling fellows the 'dunny content' removers were, carting off buckets from the outdoor loos on a daily basis.