Today, I tried to wash my face and hands. I turned on the tap and it responded with the gurgle of water pressure backing down the pipe. "Where's my water?" I wondered. The last time that the water pressure gave out on me was in Gambia. I expected it. It would turn off for hours, sometimes days. We even kept buckets full of water in an effort to be able to flush the toilet or drink. But, here, in Oxford? I was baffled.
It's back now and I have clean hands and face. But those were some seriously apprehensive fifteen minutes! I mean, I was so worried that I went downstairs and spoke to my landlord;)
So what did the landylordo say?
Posted by: papa at September 6, 2006 12:07 AM