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He worked fast. No drama. Just the whir of a hydro-jet, the hiss of compressed air, and the satisfying glug of water finally remembering which way was down. At 3:47 AM, the last of the flood retreated into the drain with a polite, almost apologetic sound.

“No, no, no,” she whispered, grabbing the only weapon she had: a rusty plunger that belonged in a museum. emergency drain unblocking harpenden

Colin was shorter than she expected, with a high-vis jacket that smelled of coffee and rain. He carried a tool case the size of a small coffin and a camera on a flexible rod that looked like something from a bomb disposal unit. He worked fast