And so Dave, our neighbour, keeps coming round, bucket & kettle in hand. His water supply has still not been restored. The great thaw has happened. Pretty well all the slush has been washed away after a night of rain. No apparent bursts have appeared. Dave has tried plumbers & the Water Authority. Everyone says the same thing - it's not our job. Dave & his wife have got to the stage of not caring whose responsibility it is, as long as someone sorts it out.
They've done very well. They dug up a lot of snow to use for loo flushing. They've now got the buckets & pans out collecting the rainwater as it falls. They don't like to pester us all the time. They want water to come from the tap when they switch it on. It's not too much to ask, is it? Apparently so.
Other neighbours will be returning home soon from their holiday breaks. I'm beginning to think they will all be queueing up at our door when they discover they, too, haven't got water.
Meanwhile the world has returned to its usual grey & wet.
We got to the Pub yesterday. Everyone seems to have had a good Christmas. All are already regretting the disappearance of the brilliant white winter wonderland with its bright blue skies & which has now be replaced by dark grey. In other words there's been a change of moan. Life goes on.
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