Last night we ran out of water. There were many signs that things were not quite right leading up to the catastrophic event. Like hot water flowing periodically from both the hot and cold taps, the toilet cistern filling up with hot water, the green slimy bits in the bath water....
So today we had a load of water delivered. Quite surreal considering it has rained at least every second day since we arrived here.
Charlie was very interested in trying to figure out how he could climb up onto the tank like Daddy.
They both loved the hose, which had tiny holes in it, creating a series of sprinklers which they splashed about in.
And then Tony told Grace that once he had lifted the lid on a tank he had to fill and discovered a dead sheep floating in it. Grace was suitably grossed out. I'm guessing the owner of that particular tank had issues with his neighbour.
