Wellington: Drain Doctor

Some things are barriers . And the doctor doesn’t always know what he’s cutting open.

Not pushing it open.

“All good,” I said, packing up my gear. “Just an old blockage. I’ll send you the invoice.” drain doctor wellington

Her address was a narrow Victorian on Aro Street, the kind with iron lacework and a cellar door that looked like a mouth leading into the earth. She was waiting on the porch, a tiny woman in a floral dress, wringing her hands. The rain had already turned the gutters into streams. Some things are barriers