The water sat in the sink like a dark, oily mirror. It hadn’t moved for three hours. Jenny poked at it with a spoon, and a foul belch of old food and grease bubbled up.
And she never called Mr. Hendricks again. bicarbonate of soda unblock sink
For a second, nothing.
Her gran had sworn by it. “Caustic muck rots the pipes, love,” she used to say. “Bicarb’s kind. And stubborn.” The water sat in the sink like a dark, oily mirror