Waterless in Silverstream

Got home, knackered as usual, looking forward to a cozy meal with my beloved.
However, on my arrival I was told that our neighbours were having a problem with their water mains, and during the repairs silt and mud began to appear in our water supply.
So within 5 minutes of getting home, I was in overalls and gumboots, trying to get the stuff flushed out, with little success.
So we had dinner, with all the taps in the house running, and getting lower and lower flows.
By the time dinner was finished, so was the water, except for one garden tap out at the front of the house.
We contacted the plumbers (actually our neighbours did)and they promised to be out at 8:30 am tomorrow.


So until then it's back to settler days.
Huge pot of water boiling on the gas stove.
Garden hosepipe rigged to the one working garden tap, for kettle filling, hand washing and toilet flushing.


Sponge bath with lukewarm water rather than a long hot shower.


Brushing my teeth with our emergency earthquake water supply.
And so to bed.

Just one footnote. While I was trying to get suitable images for this blog, I was shocked, shocked to discover that lots of men seem to find getting a sponge bath rather erotic.
Mostly Brits and Germans by the nature of the sites.
Must go back to some childhood neurosis.
Glad I'm sane.