Drain - Yorkshire Water Blocked

The automated voice was cheerful. “Did you know you can check your flood risk online?”

“Fatberg,” Ash chimed in, eager to share his new knowledge. “Congealed cooking oil, wet wipes, sanitary products, and… other stuff. It’s like a concrete sausage made of household neglect.” yorkshire water blocked drain

And every time the rain fell on Otley, and the drains gurgled just a little, Arthur would pat the letter and think: Not today, fatberg. Not today. The automated voice was cheerful

Kev and Ash returned with a jet vac truck—a massive lorry with a high-pressure hose and a giant vacuum tank. They fed the hose into the drain. The machine roared. For ten minutes, nothing happened. Then, with a sound like a clogged artery bursting, a chunk of grey, fibrous, rock-hard fat shot out of the pipe and splattered against the curb. It’s like a concrete sausage made of household neglect

Arthur felt a strange mix of relief and horror. Relief that it wasn’t his fault. Horror that the word fatberg existed.

Eventually, he got a human. A tired-sounding woman named Brenda from a call centre in Bradford. She took his details. She said the magic words: “We’ll have a crew out within 24 hours.”