Venting a Shower Drain: A Comprehensive Guide
The gurgling started as a polite throat-clear behind the wall, then graduated to a full-blown drain-belch every time my neighbour upstairs emptied her bath…
The gurgling started as a polite throat-clear behind the wall, then graduated to a full-blown drain-belch every time my neighbour upstairs emptied her bath…
The gurgle started as a polite throat-clear behind the wall, then escalated into what sounded like a cappuccino machine choking on a spoon. My apprentice, …
The phone rang just as I was packing up my van. “Alex, it’s Margaret from the Victorian terrace on Oak Street. My clawfoot’s draining… but only when I ki…
The smell hit before I saw it—wet plaster mixed with something metallic. My apprentice Josh stood frozen, pointing at the shower tray where a perfect circl…
The smell hit me before I saw it—wet plaster and something metallic that made my tongue tingle. My neighbour Sandra had texted about a “bit of water” under…
The smell hit me first—stale water mixed with that unmistakable whiff of PVC cement—before I even saw the chaos in Mrs. Patel’s upstairs bathroom. Her gran…
The apprentice held the chrome ring like it was a FabergĂ© egg. “It’s cross-threaded,” he whispered, as if saying it louder would make the situation worse. …
The faint metallic tang of old plumbing hit me before I even stepped into the bathroom. It wasn’t rust—this was sharper, almost like a coin pressed to the …
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 pulled a pop-up stopper and watched the water swirl away in perfect silence, I froze. No gurgle, no hesitation, no last-minute bubble. My …