'The drain is making noises,' Bert said to me yesterday. 'Do you think it's chicken again?'
'Did you look under the sink?' I asked.
'What? You can look under the sink?' he said.
After the unfortunate Chicken Incident, you see, our long-suffering plumbers replaced the metal pipes with clear plastic. Which is why we were able to see: five metal spatulas, three stir-bars, several unidentified bits of centrifuge tubes, and the requisite blob of brown gook.
The plumber is currently plungering the sink, to very little effect. Ooh, he's opening up the main standpipe now.
At least... this time it's not chicken.
