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Marlon just stared. Then he smiled, very slowly. “No problem. Just… next time, call a professional. I know a guy.”

“Neighbor’s kids, then. Or you got a secret kebab habit you’re not owning up to.” He grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ve pulled a whole toy soldier collection out of a pipe in Earlsdon. One time in Coundon? A wedding ring. Woman cried when I gave it back.” blocked drains coventry

Forty minutes later, a white van with a faded Drain Avenger decal pulled up. Kev was in his fifties, with a high-vis vest stretched over a gut that suggested a lifelong love of pork pies. He carried an inspection camera like a TV host holding a microphone. “Right, lad. Let’s see what’s festering down there.” Marlon just stared

He called the first number on Google: Blocked Drains Coventry — 24/7 . A man with a voice like crushed gravel answered. “Name’s Kev. I’ll be there in twenty.” Just… next time, call a professional

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.”

Then the sink joined in, a low, wet belch that pushed a gray slick of scummy water up over the plug hole. Marlon froze, a piece of naan halfway to his mouth. He’d ignored the slow draining in the shower for a week. He’d ignored the way the kitchen sink took two minutes to empty. But this—this was a declaration of war from the pipes.