Going through the motions — 21 Comments

  1. Apparently reed bed processing of, err, waste, is the green way forwards these times anyway. Of course you could compost it and once safe apply it to your crop to encourage vibrant growth…

  2. Paddy – This country is going down the toilet.

    Thrifty – I might divert the pipe to the neighbour’s garden. He can plant reeds if he likes. I must say, our best crop comes from the run-off area from the septic tank. A whole new meaning to ‘smoking shit’?

    Maxi – Very aromatic! 🙂

  3. Quite right Grandad, sod the council. You’ll be in France in a few days anyway and if you are at all interested, the sewers of Paris are actually a tourist attraction. So if you get bored laying about getting tanned, relaxed and full of cheese and wine, you could always pop along and study how the French make money out of their own ‘doo doo’; with an eye to adding your magnificent septic tank to the Oirish tourist route. Of course you’d charge the gawking public an arm and a leg for the privilege of sticking their noses into House Ramble’

  4. Geri – That is a brilliant idea! Thanks for that. “Come and see the real faeces of Grandad” I like it. 🙂

  5. LOL! Grandad you are a funny man! Hope you and your good lady have a wonderful holiday.

    I’ll send you a yodel from the Caledonians when I get there. Toodle-oo!

  6. Council workers are real fucktards…

    Always have to do things by the book – can’t let you just stick your pipe into their pipe they way you want to!

  7. TheChrisD – The bastards sould be paying me a grant to get rid of my tank, and not charging me for the privilege. Being charged for sticking one pipe into another smacks of prostitution?

  8. You could always wait until something goes wrong with the present system – then plead poverty and blame the council!!! Life’s shit sometimes isn’t it???? 🙂

  9. Hmm…I was wondering whether or not to share this story…oh what the heck…I arrived home from a weekend away last year to find my apartment covered in 2 inches of effluent. Problem was, it wasn’t the Council’s fault, it was my Mgt Company. The Council are easier to track down for liability. I am still fighting with the Mgt. Co. 17 months later…..

    Er, have a nice holiday, Grandad!

  10. Kate – Are you casting nasturtiums at my construction? I’ll blame the council anyway, even when nothing goes wrong!

    Spaghetti – I have a few stories I could tell about Management Companies, but I can’t. Litigation is too strong in this country!

  11. I can guess them all. It happened just after the New Orleans hurricane Katrina flooding. We were only out of home for 4 weeks and stopped reaching after 6. The ‘shit happens’ jokes wore thin but we were known as the “poo-house” for ages after.

    Don’t mess with shit!

  12. Stick with the septic, it’s a greener alternative than slooshing your poo into the sewer! Good for the ‘crop’ too!

  13. Personally Grandad, I couldn’t give a shit 1
    We had a similar thing at Mum’s, the difference was the sewage pipes were so old, the had shifted slightly, and meant lots of clockages, and clearing those is no fun I can tell you !!!

  14. My posh ‘friends’ kids still call us ‘Poo house’ and won’t visit. The effluent has settled down now underfoot and just looks like a retro 70s carpet.A blessing from a tragedy.

  15. Pay your contractors a bit extra (or a little of the crop)and just connect to the sewer system, you shouldn’t be bothering the council with these little problems.

  16. This very much fits my “Rule of Bureaucratic Logic”

    Figure out what makes sense – then do the opposite.

    Particularly the council.

  17. Enjoy your time in France Grandad. I will raise a pint of Guinness (properly served) to you !!!

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