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Wilier
Guest
So, me living on an old farm, far away from anywhere, is stuck with having a septic tank, which for the last 8 years has been no trouble. The drains blocked a couple of times, but Ive cleared them with 20m of drain rod, no bother.
Until yesterday. Mrs Wil noticed the manhole cover appeared to be floating. I lifted it up (in me best Marigolds) to be greeted by a big old puddle of piss, toilet roll and pooh.
Drain rods in hand, I attempted a clean up, but no good, the water wasnt going. Dammit, septic tank must be full. Rang a local firm to empty, 90 quid, no probs mate, just show us the cover to the tank.................
Oh My God. Where the fuck is the tank.
Using my Engineering type brain, I measured 20m in the direction that the drain appeared to be flowing and proceded to dig test holes in an attempt to locate said septic tank. 3hrs and 4 holes later, still no good. Until Mrs Wil remembered a drawing in the housey stuff file which shows the location.
She wandered around mumbling, holding the drawing and a stick and poking the ground then shouted.
"I think it'll be here" ramming the stick into the ground. Cue lots of digging and sweating, and low-and-behold, the septic tank is unearthed. Nothing in the world can prepare your nasal receptors for the onslaught of 8+years worth of human waste. Take it from me, it was a bit smelly.
I'll bring a piccy in this afternoon, unfortunatley, it wont be in Smellovision.
Im really bored, hence the long and pointless post.
Until yesterday. Mrs Wil noticed the manhole cover appeared to be floating. I lifted it up (in me best Marigolds) to be greeted by a big old puddle of piss, toilet roll and pooh.

Using my Engineering type brain, I measured 20m in the direction that the drain appeared to be flowing and proceded to dig test holes in an attempt to locate said septic tank. 3hrs and 4 holes later, still no good. Until Mrs Wil remembered a drawing in the housey stuff file which shows the location.
She wandered around mumbling, holding the drawing and a stick and poking the ground then shouted.
"I think it'll be here" ramming the stick into the ground. Cue lots of digging and sweating, and low-and-behold, the septic tank is unearthed. Nothing in the world can prepare your nasal receptors for the onslaught of 8+years worth of human waste. Take it from me, it was a bit smelly.
I'll bring a piccy in this afternoon, unfortunatley, it wont be in Smellovision.
Im really bored, hence the long and pointless post.