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

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!