Monsieur Risotto was a tremedously tall, exceedingly thin, Albert Einstein haired figure in red overalls. A scarlet , 6' 7" , stick insect with a waxed walrus moustache. He spent an hour inspecting the septic tanks. After much note taking he finally came to the conclusion that we still have a blockage. This information was imparted in the same intense way a doctor might tell a patient they have a highly infectious rash. The alarming word 'reflux'. Our next step ? More trenches to be dug.
As he drove away in his Citroen 'Jumpy' van I saw the name DeSotto emblazoned proudly on the side. No wonder he looked at me strangely each time I used his name.