Water water everywhere? Sort of.
As I type, my house is waterless. A few hours ago an enormous water main at the end of my road burst in two places rendering 170 houses – included mine – without water.
I need a shower and a wee. I also have a sudden craving to drink, like, a pint of water. Mmmm water. What do I do? Will I let it beat me? Shall I let Thames Valley rule my life? Can H2O beat Bob Fletcher? Can it bollocks!
Water’n Stuff
Bloody hell. We’re so ruled by ‘stuff’ aren’t we? Without gas, electricity, water, internet we go schizo. Thames Valley hold the reigns; we’re at their mercy and I don’t like it.
If needing a shower/wee isn’t enough, my mum and sister are down tomorrow and I need to mop up the homestead.
You have to make an effort for your mum don’t you? As a kid my mum simeltaneously hated and adored vaccuming. I think in an OCD way she loved scraping and sucking up all the malted hairs from our 3 dogs and 3 cats in an endless and ultimately futile quest. I say that, she had ALL but one of those pets emphatically put down (destroyed!). Tigger, a gingery cat was the only pet who got away without facing the syringe of death. She’s like the last of the Mohicans or something. Awesome.
But my house is a right tip chiefly due to my joyously messy-bastard housemates. Literally, Jodie – a girl – is the filthiest human being I’ve ever known. She’ll eat a chocolate bar and – no joke – cast the wrapper straight on the floor like some proud tramp. She collects mouldy tea cups in her room which is at this moment infested with mice. It’s like a warzone in their. Think Vietnam, only with even less reason for the carnage.
Nick is of similar ilk, he doesn’t like to open the bin lid so rubbish often ends up on our work tops.. I think my mum might actually destroy them both tomorrow. I think she’d be a good murderer, my mum. She’s so tidy she’d leave no trace of wrong doing. Very CSI Miami. More CSI West Midlands I guess. Ha, I’d watch that.
Anyhoo. We were all freaking out because we thought maybe we’d missed a bill payment and they’d cut us off. Panic. I rang Thames Water and the lady gave us the news. Relief. We’re not scummy paupers – wahay!
I still needed a shower though. I looked outside and it was pouring with rain. Nick had set out to buy bottles of water. Could I wait? More, SHOULD I wait? Yes? No? I made a decision:
The rain pettered out a little bit meaning it wasn’t totally effective as a rinser. Other than that, job well done I say. Bit of semi-naked street wandering in the rain is actually quite liberating. Recommended.
Hopefully the water will be back on soon as I’m not sure I’m up for seeing my mum semi-naked shower in the rain. Could be a bit traumatising.
I would just like to say, there are no mouldy cups in my room! (thanks to someone who kindly helped me remove them last night) And I do not throw wrappers on the floor! And if anything, at least I eat my chocolate, not leave it on the sofa to melt and then get rubbed in and refuse to clean the cushion covers! xx
“do you want me to go and get that rain water out of the garden?” hahaha
that’s brilliant! good to see you overcoming seemingly impossible odds to remain clean! great nipples as well
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