Blocking the drain with soup

high pressure drain clearing MelbourneI know now that I should have listened to my mother when she told me not to tip the leftover soup down the drain. I wanted to clean the house for her while she was out, and cleaning out the refrigerator containing a large stock pot of old soup. I decided to pour the remaining soup down the sink, watching the chunks of food pile up in the plug hole. Now, instead of doing the logical thing here, I did the thing that I thought would be most enjoyable, and squashed the food down the drain with a spoon. If only I had scooped it out of the sink and put in the rubbish bin instead of cramming it down the plug. When I pulled the plug out, instead of the water level lowering, it appeared to be rising. It was filling closer to the edge. When Mum walked in, the kitchen was covered in towels, food and a strong stench of rotten vegetables. I was on the phone to a the drainage contractors, Melbourne local services were on a fridge magnet that I had found. I gave her the most apologetic look I could while arranging an appointment with the team unblocking team. I wanted to fix my mistake as soon as possible. I had scheduled an appointment with the Melbourne drain inspectors and now I had to face my mother. Why didn’t I think in the first place? I had never seen my mother get angry, why did I think that this time would be an exception? She hadn’t had a chance to speak to me since she got home, but I could hear her looking around the kitchen, trying to discover what had happened. I was in for some explaining.

I wouldn’t be in this situation now if I had used my brain. It’s not the first time my impulsive nature has gotten me in trouble.  When I was growing up Brisbane with my family I would cause chaos in our home on a weekly. It was never intentional, I was what you’d call a spirited child. I remember one such incident where the tree roots of a great gum out front of our home had growing through the drain pipes. We had the have the drain replaced and the tree cut down. I overheard my mother talking about tree lopping, Brisbane folks tended to leave it to the experts rather than risk doing the work themselves. I wanted to save my mother money so I tried to the tree down myself. I climbed up halfway and started cutting at a large branch with a hand saw. I put my weight in the wrong place and fell to the ground knocking myself unconscious. I woke up in the hospital that evening. When we got home the tree was gone, I thought I had been successful until mum told me the Brisbane stump grinding team had arrived shortly after my fall. We can laugh about it today but at the time mum was worried I might have a brain injury.

Respect your parents and you show that you respect yourself. Be mindful of animals that have more than four legs. Your lucky number is missing.