And she never called Mr. Hendricks again.
Her gran had sworn by it. “Caustic muck rots the pipes, love,” she used to say. “Bicarb’s kind. And stubborn.” bicarbonate of soda unblock sink
A violent, joyful fizz erupted from the plughole—white foam hissing and spitting, climbing up the porcelain like a living thing. Jenny flinched back, laughing despite herself. The sound was all fizz and crackle, like a thousand tiny explosions deep in the pipe’s throat. A smell rose too: sharp, clean, almost electric. And she never called Mr