Blocked Drains Coventry Access

“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.”

“No.”

Kev unspooled a high-pressure water jet, and the hose shuddered like a living thing. He fed it into the drain. The sound was a deep, pressurized roar, followed by a wet schlurp that made the ground vibrate. Then a cascade of foul water and debris erupted from the outside gully, washing across the concrete. Kev stepped back just in time. “There she goes. The Coventry Mudslide.” blocked drains coventry