Wolverhampton | Drain Company

"42 Elm Road. Please, hurry."

The rain in Wolverhampton doesn’t fall; it hangs in the air like a wet grey curtain, soaking into the brickwork of the Victorian terraces and making the cobblestones slick. On a Tuesday morning in November, that dampness had seeped deep into the cellars of a house on the Tettenhall Road, and that’s when the phone rang at . drain company wolverhampton

The rain over Wolverhampton wasn’t falling that Tuesday afternoon; it was attacking . It hammered the cobbled alleys of the city centre, turned the ring road into a sluggish river, and transformed every forgotten gutter into a temporary waterfall. Inside the cramped, coffee-stained office of , the phone rang with the desperation of a drowning man. "42 Elm Road

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