the grass is always greener...
Life isn't always a bed of roses. Mostly it's more like an onion patch - useful, productive and pretty boring.
And sometimes life is pretty shitful. Sometimes life just plain stinks.
And, then, there are days like today. Days when your life stinks up everybody else's life.
Yep. It's the day you have the septic tanks pumped out.
My whole house smells like poo.
My neighbour's houses smell like poo.
The whole bloody street smells like poo.
And it's MY poo.
God less the leaky hose on the Dunny Doctor's truck!
4 comments:
At least, I assume, when you have your poo pumped it gets taken away? When OUR septic tanks get pumped, our poo is simply relocated a few miles down the road and off down a track where it's released into the bush -- still on our property! Honestly, I have horror-movie nightmares about it "homing" (perhaps like green frogs, only somewhat slimier and, well, browner) and slowly oozing its way back to the comforts of our backyard. (Although, as I said to J, why should we pay our poo-removal bill? What are they going to do to us if we don't -- give us our poo back? Well, hah! Sucks to them! We already have it!) Love, R xxx
Heeeeeeeee!!! This made me giggle out loud!!! We had a septic when we lived in Washington, and boy, was that an unholy smell!! When we bought the house, the septic had to be inspected... and come to find out, the valve that released the waste into the tank had busted off, necessitating a repair. I was so thankful *I* wasn't the septic tank guy who had to lower himself down in there after most of the muck was pumped out.
I'm very glad to be back on city sewage now. I lived in fear that Gracie would flush something down the toilet that would break the drain field!!
oh, poo!!
You wo't bide if I do't breathe through by doze till the sbell goes away, will you? Thakes.
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