Today I awoke to the worrying news on the radio on the bedside table that a burst water main just up the road from us was causing floods, blocked roads, school closures – and a distinct lack of water for most residents
in West Worthing.
I roused myself from bed and padded over to the top of the stairs to inform Mr B of events. As I arrived at the top of the stairs, he arrived
at the bottom of the stairs. “We don’t have any water!” he announced. I have to admit that I took a certain pleasure in informing him of the reasons for our situation. There is nothing like being “in the know”.
We carried out a quick recce. There was enough water in the kettle, left over from last night’s final cuppa, to make us both a cup of coffee. With quite reckless disregard
for the fact that this might be the last water we would see for the rest of the day, we did just that. I think we reckoned that it would kick-start our little grey cells.
Unusually for me, I had no bottles half full of water secreted in the fridge. I generally take a bottle with me wherever I go, rarely drink all of it, and consign it to the fridge or to a special place on the window-sill where half-full bottles of water
gather, like skittles, waiting to be knocked over by a flailing dish-mop. However the hot weather of the last week has seen me finish off each and every bottle. We are bottle-less and water-less.
Mr B went straight into Hunter-Gatherer mood and set off for Tesco's to stock up on bottled water. Along with everyone else in Worthing. He returned, bearing the fruit of his labours, my Knight in Shining Armour.
OK, a very hot, cross, decidedly grumpy Knight in Shining Armour but my hero, nevertheless. Someone told me later that there were fights in Tesco's over the availability of bottled water. I trust my hero wasn’t involved in any Unseemly Scuffles.
I texted the Darling Daughters to tell them of our plight. The Youngest advised a trip to the health club where I could shower and drink coffee to my heart’s
content. OK, so I might have had to indulge in a little exercise, all the better to prove my good intentions. It was a good idea, but as the road to the health club was closed, due to afore-mentioned burst water main, it wasn’t going to happen.
The Middle of the Darling Daughters always thinks outside the box and suggested we should up sticks and head along the A24 in her direction where we could stock up on bottled
water and enjoy a visit to lovely Nonsuch Park. A very tempting offer but unfortunately we had promised we would be elsewhere.
Fortunately for us, our water supply
was re-instated by mid-day. I’m not sure if everyone was so lucky, but I do hope so. Well done to Southern Water for all their sterling efforts to restore our water supply as quickly as possible - they were even out and about handing out bottled water
to people who weren’t lucky enough to have a Mr B (aka Knight in Shining Armour) to battle it out at Tesco’s.
It was, indeed, a sobering experience
to realise how much we take our ready access to water for granted. Did you know that 780 million people lack access to clean water – that’s 2 and a half times the population of the USA? And did you know that the lack of access to clean
water and sanitation kills children at a rate equivalent of a jumbo jet crashing every four hours?
I feel so very ashamed that I fretted because I couldn’t
have my shower this morning...