This is Groundhog Day number three hundred and something.
As an indicator to my mental state and my desperation to break the daily routine I decided to unblock the sewers the other day.
Now unblocking the sewer is a relatively simple job. Just open the manhole [personhole?] and poke the congealed shit with a stick while jetting a hose at it. It takes a few minutes and is satisfying enough provided one can hold one’s breath for the few minutes.
The problem is in the preparation.
First of all I had to force the back door open. This door is used exclusively for my sewer clearing, so it was firmly clamped shut with ivy on the outside. So I had to remove the ivy first. To get at it I had to force my way through the Back Yard which is like a rainforest of strange plants, ferns, tons of ivy, dozens of raspberry canes [where the fuck they come from I don’t know] and a few trees.
Once the back door is opened I have to dig down through accumulated mud and silt to find the manhole cover.
Having done all that I have to find the garden hose which is curled up on the terrace the other side of the house. This part of the terrace is also overgrown, though on this side it’s mostly grass and brambles. Having unearthed the hose I have to hack my way through bushes to reach the outdoor tap.
Next job is to untangle the hose. Having done that I have to feed the hose from one side of the house to the other through windows and doors through the kitchen and the back lobby.
Next I have to find the large screwdriver I use for lifting the manhole. This screwdriver has a mind of its own and has the miraculous property of never being wherever I last put it. I have a place especially reserved for it, but it’s never there.
So my preparations have taken me an hour or so and at this stage I’m fucking knackered. Nevertheless the job still has to be done so I finally get to lift the manhole and start jetting water at a mountain of congealed shit while poking it with a stick.
Of course, once the job is done and the shit has vanished off down the pipes to the Underworld, I have to tidy up again.
I finally got to sitting down flushed with success as it were.
Well, at least it broke the routine?