subtitled ‘a day’s worth of free entertainment for little boys’
today we woke up to this scene outside our front door.
for those not familiar with our house, that’s the end of our path, we don’t have shiny pavements, we live nowhere near a watercourse, it had not rained and we do not have neighbours who wash their cars this early in the morning! this is what was happening:
here’s the story…
yesterday afternoon i looked out of the kitchen window and noticed a wet patch on the pavement that looked like someone had spilled a drink.
it seemed to begin at a seam in the paving half way down a sloping bit so i vaguely wondered about water tables and tried to remember my gcse geography but soon forgot about it.
by bedtime, it was a larger wet patch, verging on a trickle, so we looked up the number for burst water mains, phoned it and got an answerphone saying they were only open in office hours.
this morning we had said new water feature and typical to village life, by about half 7 most of the neighbours were wandering up to have a look.
most of them had called the water board too.
we moved our car down the road, as they were obviously going to have to come and dig the pavement up in front of the car parking area.
pretty soon someone from the water company was touring the street with a loudspeaker announcing the impending lack of running water for 4 hours.
i filled as many jugs, jars and bottles as i could before they turned the water off and in true housewifey style i also put the washing machine on in the hope that it’d get through the cycle before then too!
then the excitement really started… a lorry turned up and a man put up yellow fencing.