He fed the snake-eyed camera into the outside drain. Marlon watched the grainy screen—a tunnel of old clay pipe, then something dark and matted. Kev zoomed in. “Ah. The classic Coventry clog.”
The Tuesday downpour hit Coventry just as the evening rush hour was choking the ring road. Inside his ground-floor flat on Stoney Stanton Road, Marlon was trying to finish a curry when the toilet coughed. blocked drains coventry
That night, Marlon knocked on his upstairs neighbor’s door. A student named Chloe appeared, clutching a bottle of white wine. “Hey! Sorry about the noise earlier—our sink was slow, so we poured some of that gel stuff down. Hope that’s okay?” He fed the snake-eyed camera into the outside drain
“No.”