At one pm yesterday, we lost our water. When the council workers went home that evening we were still without water, and they were stumped: where was our water even coming from, and why wasn’t it working?
We were equipped with two 20L drums of water for the night, and settled in for no showers/ no washing hands/ no flushing toilet…
The no flushing toilet became an especially bigger deal in the morning, when someone was hit with sudden gastro, and the water we had left was insufficient to mechanically flush the mess. Oh dear. The council assured us they were getting onto it, and certainly, they were soon at work digging up the pipes;
Apparently the water pipes running to our apartment are so old that the water main was completely frozen and had to be dug out and replaced. But that wasn’t the problem, and the work continued…
Well, we managed to block off the entire laneway and divert pedestrian traffic, so that was something. We also had to resort to using the public restrooms in a nearby shopping complex, and after riding/ working the day before, none of us were especially pleasing on the nose.
About 5.30pm, just when we were contemplating jumping in the river, all glorious manner of things – our water returned! According to the council workers, there had been a rag stuck in the water pipe stopping it from accessing our building. Far be it from me to know how a rag got stuck in a water pipe, and the council was equally stumped. But that’s how it went.
And we had water, glorious water!
Hey, hey. So when everything is going Al Gore’s way, does he rub his hands together and say, “Yes, yes… it’s al goring to plan!”?