Plumbing Northcote [upd] ●

Marta had been a plumber in Northcote for eleven years, which meant she’d seen the guts of half the houses on High Street. She knew which Victorian terraces had original lead pipes sweating under the floorboards, which 1970s townhouses had been rewired by enthusiastic amateurs, and exactly which café’s grease trap was two weeks overdue for a clean.

“It’s getting worse,” he whispered. “Follow me.” plumbing northcote

But nothing prepared her for the job at 17a Beaconsfield Parade. Marta had been a plumber in Northcote for

He went pale. “My grandmother. She was… she was a plumber too. In the 1940s, when women weren’t supposed to be. She said she put a ‘promise’ in the pipes. I thought she was being poetic.” plumbing northcote