Frank smiled. “We reline. No dig. No wreck your lemon tree.”
It started as a gurgle. A low, throaty sound from the kitchen sink, like a cat digesting bad news. Then the water from the washing machine decided to visit her shower tray. Finally, the toilet gave a lazy, bubbling sigh and refused to swallow. drain unblocking grey lynn
Frank arrived in a van older than most of Grey Lynn’s renovation permits. He was a compact man in his sixties with forearms like kauri roots and a kind, weary face. His toolbox was a milk crate. Frank smiled
Grey Lynn, with its vintage villas and jacaranda trees, had a charm that postcards couldn’t capture. But old plumbing was the price of that charm. For Lena, a potter who had just moved into a leaky former bungalow on Sackville Street, the price came due on a Tuesday. No wreck your lemon tree