“It’s just Tuesday, son,” Dave replied. He grabbed the “the Viper”—a brutal, high-pressure nozzle with rear-facing jets. He fed it into the pipe, braced his boots against the manhole frame, and pulled the trigger.
He called in the cavalry: a mobile pump unit and his son, young Davey, who was still learning the sacred art of unblocking the Potteries. emergency drainage stoke on trent
Later, as they packed up the pump, the rain finally softened to a drizzle. The clouds broke over the bottle kilns of Longton, and a weak, golden light spilled across the city. “It’s just Tuesday, son,” Dave replied
“You saved my business, Dave,” she whispered. “It’s just Tuesday