... and not a drop to drink.
Sometimes I think that I live in a third world country. Except for the rain. It's pouring outside as per usual for this year - but no water is available from the taps. Half-way through a major batch of hand-washing delicate clothes, the f***ing water went off. It happens with surprising regularity.
Yes, I've reported the fault. No they don't know what the problem is yet. Yes I have a couple of precious bottles of shop water. No there is not water 'in the system' because we have a gas combi boiler that runs directly off the mains, and therefore no hot or cold water tanks. When that water goes off, we are instantly without. Yes we have a water butt outside, but I'm not making a cup of tea using that! No I hadn't filled the kettle before this happened. Yes I'm going out tonight and had rather planned on having a nice long hot shower when I'd finished doing the washing. No I am not amused!
I've been away helping my father for four days and four days worth of family laundry is sorted into unwashed heaps all over the floor. I expect we'll get a power cut next for good measure, or the internet will just go down inexplicably for a couple of days. Maybe I'm jinxing everything with my own mad bad vibes? Gah! No wonder I fantasize about Apparating away with a wizard's arm linked through my own ...
Someone tell me a good joke to cheer me up please before I tear out my unwashed hair!
*stomps off to phone the Anglian Water Helpline for the third time*