Burst water main
The household was thrown into choas this morning by a sudden loss of water pressure. We had no water! It’s amazing how utterly debilitating this is - no shower, no flushing the loo, no washing your hands, no cleaning your teeth, no filling the kettle for a brew. Mark had to go to work with a face full of whiskers - he wasn’t a happy man.
Three hours without water and we were sent back to the stone age. I can’t even imagine what it must be like for those poor people in the devastated areas of Burma and China. This past few years it seems that God has fallen out with Asia. If there’s a catastropic natural disaster going to happen it seems to strike the East. Those poor, poor people - they don’t deserve it - nobody does. Aren’t their lives difficult enough already?
At least the Mancunian water crisis is over. The water is back on, but is currently a delightful shade of brown. Mud glorious mud! Unfortunately I didn’t notice this until I’d already set my nice white washing going. I’ve got about six loads to do today, but I really wish I’d started with the darks now. Who knows what colour my whites will come out. I’m also loathe to have a shower myself until the water is clear again. I look like a medieaval peasant at the moment - all bushy hair and dirty teeth. And as for the washing up - I think I’ll just ignore that for now.