The Big Dig
Nope. Not Boston's everlasting highway project.
The septic. Having managed to get through the last week leading to Easter, I was set for a return to work and a little knitting time. Nuh-uh, wasn't happening. The toilets erupted. That is one disgusting event. What do I do when the toilets erupt? Entirely useless actions, of course, in vain hope they'll solve the problem. Plunge away!
Plunging of course made the goop from one bowl come up in the other. After several minutes forcing water from toilet to toilet I gave up to ring the big guns.
Which means either dig out the septic or pay a fortune to have it dug. Armed myself with a shovel and set to work. It took hours, but the weather was sunny and almost warm, the birds sang and the dog enjoyed sniffing round the stinky thing. Of course after the septic company departed I'm left filling the hole again. I ache.
