I’ve sent oodles of emails, I made many good points -woo-hoo! Oh, that reminds me do any of you blog readers know how to remove brick imprints from your forehead? I could always grow my fringe, actually thinking about it that's the best idea (a fringe would cushion my head next time I have to bash it against The Darkness’s wall).
As a result I have given up! Not the fight but the merry go round of emails, preferring instead to focus on my blog.
We recon the water had been turned off again. Paul and I think this cause Friday evening I went to fill the dogs water bowl, turning on the water caused the tap to rock in its fixture as water jetted forth knocking the bowl out my hand and making me and Paul jump three feet into the air. I quickly turned the tap off.
“What the hell was that?”
“The waters probably just been turned back on. It does that when it’s been off.” Paul said calmly, years of living on a building site appear to have broken his spirit.
Wee bailey was looking at me all thirsty like so I gave it another go. This time the tap behaves and we got water. White water. It was like milk, not the creamy blue milk that you can buy, no, more your watery UHT milk but milk all the same. We watched Bailey's bowl as the water started to settle to a more watery colour. It took about 5 minutes but we eventually got good clear water, we could see it just below the white surface scum and above the chalky silt that had dropped to the bottom.
Needless to say no way was I giving that to The Bailster – we took water from the kettle and bought bottled water to cover us over the weekend.
Sorry the post is so short, I promise to do better tomorrow.
