Windemere

        When last we checked in with our hero he was looking into the magic orb of prognostication and the mighty power of the oracle was predicting a very expensive future.

        This sounds a lot better than saying that I nearly burst into tears when I looked at the 13" monitor attached to the sewer cam and was told that that vague blob on the upper left of the screen meant that I would need to have my sewer line replaced and that the plumber would be heading over to the marina to check out the yacht market while I decided what to do.

        When presented with the question: Do you want the stuff you flush down your toilet and rinse down your drains to A) Collect in a pool in your basement or B) Flow merrily down a pipe to the east river treatment plant it doesn't take a very bright person to come to the conclusion that B is probably the better choice.

        So bright and early last Thursday morning the crew showed up at my house to mark lines, dig holes, repair sewer lines, and generally make a really large mess in my front yard. Which I have to say is preferable to the really large mess in the basement that I've been dealing with. If you'd like to see the before, during, and after photos check out the photo gallery here

        While it may look like my home has been invaded by a particularly virulent and aggressive pack of badgers I can now take great pride in flushing a toilet and knowing that everything will be safely carried down the drain and out into the great wild yonder of the city municipal sewer system. So many thanks to our ancient Roman & Babylonian ancestors for coming up with the idea of using underground pipes and water to get poo out of the house.