We have four cackpots between two of us. I went through a phase of blocking them back in the summer, so I used the one on the top floor as I figured the highest would be the most difficult to block. Wrong.
At about the same time, our office manager had to call a plumber out because I dropped an enormous dead otter down the cackpot on the top floor in our office. I tried valiantly for about twenty minutes to flush the bastard away, but no luck. The following weekend, I blocked one of the bogs at my mum’s house, too. The first one came out like shaking an eel out of a welly boot but the rest was variously like a flock of sparrows taking off and a load of old boots falling out the attic. I must’ve been on the throne for half an hour with a near endless supply pouring out. Took me another half hour with the flush, plunger and bog brush but I thankfully managed to clear that one.
Dunno what the hell was wrong with me but after the episode at me mum’s, I’d make a point of flushing halfway through my session until my arse had settled down.