Mad March

We may be only four days in but the indications are dreadful. On Friday 1 Mar, it was about 40C. I worked hard picking much foliage in the heat. At about 2.30pm a thunderstorm pronounced itself with great vigour while I was home bunching and having a cup of tea after busily picking and before going to the farm.

Pip went nuts with the thunder, It was strange, there didn't seem to be any clouds. I later looked, there was some moving away but it was violent thunder. Ten minutes or so later the fire sirens went off and I could smell smoke so I knew lightning had started a fire reasonably close by. I knew from the sirens they were onto it, but I took Pip with me when I left for the farm just in case.

In any case that dry storm was what started the Bunyip State Park fires which have raged since then. Helicopters have been flying over our house at regular intervals for three days, presumably some dropping water on the fire and others assessing. I have felt quite safe, despite the unnerving sight of billowing smoke to the east. We are on the western edge of all that bush, and the prevailing breeze has been away from us. Just the same we've been anxious, as anybody would be.

Now today, yesterday actually as I'm up past midnight, the shit hit the fan. Rickyralph visited this morning, all good, me relaxing after Friday heat and Satuday repeat. Still 38-40C. Then I went to the can, flushed it, bowl filled to brim before slowly emptying. Hello I thought to myself, a problem. I was prompted by this to clean the grease trap as a starting point, knowing it was overdue. It did not improve the situation so I went under the house to an inspection point in the pipe to the septic tank. The main pipe from the toilets was leaking, meaning it was full and held some pressure, there was a blockage somewhere. I took the cap of the inspection point, predictably shit and water and paper spewed out which I was expecting having gone down this track a couple of decades ago. I put the cap back on and tried the toilet but no change, just gurgling and slow release of water. So obviously blockage was other side of the inspection point, between it and septic tank, and now probably an air lock to boot. I knew there was another inspection point top side of the septic tank so I started to dig and after some careful digging so as not to damage the pipe I found it. No amount of putting hose up pipe, or down the other way from the point under the house (yes I took the cap of again and more stuff spewed out, by this time it was quite muddy and shitty under there) would clear the blockage so I gave up, slashed a couple of sherrys and thought well it looks like I'll have to find a plumber tomorrow.

I went inside and had a bath and then a roast dinner of chicken. Gord had a bath late at night, pulled the plug, then realized the water from the bath was going back into the shower then overflowing onto the floor. Lots of towels by me cleaning up. Then, Gord called out, he'd gone up to the other bathroom, to find sullage flooding into the shower, this brown in colour and stinking and obviously full of faeces.

I was almost out of my tree by now. You can imagine the clean up, bearing in mind that the pipes are regurging and we can't use the bathrooms or toilets. Pardon my bad language, no I will restrain, FMD.

I'll try to find a plumber tomorrow. If this is an indicator of a mad March to follow Freaky February God help me.