So do we know what the clog was? Please reiterate to the renter that he
must use a low grade paper in the toilet Scotts or anything else
approved for RV's and boat heads, etc.)...no Charmin, Cottonelle, or
dyed tiolet papers. Akso no feminine hygience products although that
shouldn't be a concern in this case but if he has company he should make
that clear. How much of a mess did it end up causing?

katy wrote:

So do we know what the clog was? Please reiterate to the renter that he
must use a low grade paper in the toilet Scotts or anything else
approved for RV's and boat heads, etc.)...no Charmin, Cottonelle, or
dyed tiolet papers. Akso no feminine hygience products although that
shouldn't be a concern in this case but if he has company he should make
that clear. How much of a mess did it end up causing?

Thank you for sharing.

//Walt

Walt wrote:
katy wrote:

So do we know what the clog was? Please reiterate to the renter that
he must use a low grade paper in the toilet Scotts or anything else
approved for RV's and boat heads, etc.)...no Charmin, Cottonelle, or
dyed tiolet papers. Akso no feminine hygience products although that
shouldn't be a concern in this case but if he has company he should
make that clear. How much of a mess did it end up causing?


Thank you for sharing.

//Walt

It was supposed to be deleted right away from the ng..obvious the delete
doens't work....

"katy" wrote in message
...
So do we know what the clog was? Please reiterate to the renter that he
must use a low grade paper in the toilet Scotts or anything else approved
for RV's and boat heads, etc.)...no Charmin, Cottonelle, or dyed tiolet
papers. Akso no feminine hygience products although that shouldn't be a
concern in this case but if he has company he should make that clear. How
much of a mess did it end up causing?

Clancy of the Overflow?

Gilligan wrote:
"katy" wrote in message
...

So do we know what the clog was? Please reiterate to the renter that he
must use a low grade paper in the toilet Scotts or anything else approved
for RV's and boat heads, etc.)...no Charmin, Cottonelle, or dyed tiolet
papers. Akso no feminine hygience products although that shouldn't be a
concern in this case but if he has company he should make that clear. How
much of a mess did it end up causing?


Clancy of the Overflow?


The tenant in our house clogged the septic line...posted here by mistake

katysails wrote:
The tenant in our house clogged the septic line...posted here by mistake

Owww hate it when that happens.

DSK

DSK wrote:
katysails wrote:

The tenant in our house clogged the septic line...posted here by mistake


Owww hate it when that happens.

DSK

That's what happens when yout nreserver is linked to your mail server
and you forget where you're posting from...sh^t happens...

katy wrote:

The tenant in our house clogged the septic line...posted here by mistake

I hate it when my tenants post here by mistake.

//Walt

Walt wrote:
katy wrote:


The tenant in our house clogged the septic line...posted here by mistake


I hate it when my tenants post here by mistake.

//Walt

Told him we'd raise the rent if he did it again...

I HAD written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just on spec, addressed as follows, "Clancy, of The Overflow".
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)
'Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are."


.. . . . .
In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving "down the Cooper" where the Western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.


.. . . . .
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.

And I somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal-
But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of The Overflow.



Banjo Paterson