Yorkshire Water Blocked Drain -

“Fatberg,” Ash chimed in, eager to share his new knowledge. “Congealed cooking oil, wet wipes, sanitary products, and… other stuff. It’s like a concrete sausage made of household neglect.”

The automated voice was cheerful. “Did you know you can check your flood risk online?”

An hour later, sweating and swearing, he had achieved nothing except a wet kitchen floor and a profound hatred for whoever invented modern plumbing. The water from the sink, when he ran the tap, now came back up after a ten-second delay, brown and flecked with… something . He called the emergency line for Yorkshire Water.

Arthur felt a strange mix of relief and horror. Relief that it wasn’t his fault. Horror that the word fatberg existed.

“It’s not your sink, Mr. Ellis,” Kev said, straightening up. “Your internal pipework’s fine. It’s the shared lateral drain. See that?” He pointed a thick finger into the hole. “The water’s backing up from the main sewer. There’s a fatberg.”

Ash went pale. Kev just sighed. “This is going to take all night.”