The Importance of Regular Oatey Shower Drain Maintenance
The smell hit me before I saw anything wrong—like a gym bag left in a hot car for a week. I was renovating a Manchester flat, and the new owners insisted o…
The smell hit me before I saw anything wrong—like a gym bag left in a hot car for a week. I was renovating a Manchester flat, and the new owners insisted o…
The first time I saw a shower drain gurgle like a dying kettle, I knew it wasn’t the pipes—it was the trap seal. Not the water. Not the slope. Not even the…
The first time I saw an Oatey brass drain with its threads chewed up like a dog toy, I knew the apprentice had tried to force a plastic collar onto metal w…
The smell hit me before I saw the problem—like a gym bag left in a hot car for a week. I was halfway through replacing a cracked tile in my uncle’s ensuite…
The smell hit me before I saw the damage—like a wet dog rolled in parmesan. I was helping my cousin regrout her Peckham flat when we lifted the cracked acr…
The smell hit me before I even stepped into the bathroom—damp earth, faintly sour, like forgotten laundry left in a washing machine. Not sewage, not quite …
The shower drain didn’t just clog—it sang. A low, wet gurgle, like a throat clearing underwater, every time the water reached the rim. I stood there, towel…
The gurgling started subtly—more of a wet sigh than a full-throated groan. By the third morning, it had escalated into a guttural chug every time the showe…
The smell hit before I saw the problem. That sour, unmistakable whiff of water sitting where it shouldn’t. My brother-in-law had texted, “Shower’s draining…
The first time I saw a shower drain fail, it wasn’t because of clogs or bad slope. It was because the trap arm curled upward like a dying snake—right under…