Categories: ramblings
Date: 11 February 2008 12:04:58
Got up. Turned shower on.
Distinct lack of it doing anything shower-related, such as providing an invigorating stream of warm water with which to cleanse my grubby person.
Ooo-err. This is not the sort of start to Monday that I appreciate.
Check fuse board.
Everything's fine.
Can't go to work with dirty hair, so:
Run bath.
Bath gets about 6” in the bottom of it, and the taps dribble to a stop.
Check cold tap in kitchen, which is mains fed.
Nothing.
Zip.
Zilch.
Nada.
Not even a drip.
Swear and curse and stamp foot (this is not actually all that effective whilst wearing turquoise towelling slippers with penguins on).
Phone boss.
“Going to be late. No water.”
Phone Thames Water.
“We apologise to our customers who are experiencing lack of water or low pressure. We are working to identify the fault and will rectify it within six hours of finding it.”
“Six hours?!?” I shriek, in a voice so high-pitched that it brings bats crashing, stunned, from the sky.
Swear and curse and stamp foot (see above re: effectiveness whilst wearing slippers).
Have bath.
Wash hair.
Forgo conditioner because it's a bugger to rinse out when you only have a jug to rinse with.
Get big knots in hair.
Whimper like the wimpy girl I am when brushing the knots out.
And I couldn't even have any coffee because there's no water for the coffee pot, so I'm surviving on the wretched stuff that comes out of the machine at work when you press the “coffee. Now. Or I'll kill someone” button.
Curse you, Thames Water! I shake my fist at you, and mutter.