Yuk. One of those days.
Woke to find no water in the taps. In fact, there was no water in the evening the day before, either. No water the whole day long yesterday, and none today…so far it has been two and a half days.
Fortunately, as a matter of course, I keep a huge container of water filled in the second bathroom, as we are subject here to water cuts without warning – for the past 28 years. Of course, they don’t call it water cuts – they say it’s just that we live on top of a hill. And that makes it a) our fault and b) none of their business.
About a year ago they actually decided to do something about it and started replacing the silly little “pipes” with something the proper size for a huge housing estate. Oddly enough, it made not much difference. Evenings and weekends, there is often only a bare trickle into our kitchen.
Apparently, though, this time it was a real water cut: they used a TV announcement (we don’t watch TV, ever, so guess what – I had no idea) to say they were cutting the water as from today for 3 days. So now I haven’t got the faintest idea when we will get our water back. And seeing as they cut the pipes a day and a half earlier than they said anyway, everyone has been caught on the hop.
Anyway, all that meant I was lugging buckets of water from bathroom to kitchen, and pulled a muscle in my shoulder, the pain of which kept me awake most of the night.
I dropped by Jenny’s blog yesterday, to find that she had a really funny post on our cover pole dancing twins. (Actually, it’s more a column than a pole…) The post was entitled “Glenda Larke and I have so much in common” and what do I read at the end? Jenny was off to get a cortisone injection for a painful shoulder. I think she’s channelling…