Waterfall.

When I told you about my chimney cleaning escapade back in a July blip. I said I would tell you of my sewage disaster when I got the right photo. So here it is.....

Years ago, my Dad, who was a retired plumber at the time, was having a problem with his sewage. He figured that he knew what was wrong and recruited his big strong son (me) to do the work while he supervised.
The small back yard was mostly covered by a concrete apron. Dad believed that the earthenware U bend from the AJ (intermediate shore) to the main manhole was broken and had silted up. The solution, he said, was to dig a trench outside the apron and tunnel in to the pipe.
It was a very hot day. I stripped to my shorts and started digging, eventually creating a trench about 3 ft long and 3ft deep. I started tunneling.
What neither of us knew was that the problem had existed for some time and the leakage had created a sizeable lake beneath the concrete. When my shovel broke through, the mini lake emptied in a cascade of foul smelling liquid into my trench, knocking me off my feet and nearly drowning me in my parent's excrement.
My Dad shook his head slowly and said,
"That's why I never wanted you to be a plumber."
It was not one of my better days.