Water, water, everywhere. Just not in my taps.

[squeefulfish]

Buggrit. Eircom, or someone working on their behalf, are digging up my street. Something about removing telegraph poles from the side of the train tracks. All a good idea, telegraph poles falling onto the tracks or into my garden or onto me is bad. They've hit a water pipe. For the 3rd time. You'd think I'd have been prepared after the last couple of times, but as I wasn't here and no-one told me that this had happened twice before, I don't have any water. Discovered this as I was starting to get the potatoes ready for dinner. Have packed Martha's boyfriend off to Spar to buy bottled water. Buying water! For cooking!