water 18 April 2008
Water is our friend, generally, though recent reports suggest we don’t need to drink as much of it as we had previously been advised. I must say I always feel better if I am drinking lots of the stuff but it usually coincides with a bit of a health kick too so that could also be a part of the reason, I’ll warrant. I took myself off to London’s town yesterday for a little work and a clutch of parties and as I set off got a call to say the flat we rent was leaking into the printers downstairs. Water gone bad, then. A man, I was told, had been despatched to deal with the crisis. I had awful visions of a flood and had worked myself into a right tiz by the time I got here. Turns out it all happened outdoors, so hurrah for that. I have often been intrigued by the strange overflow pipe by the front door and had worked out that it comes from the loo. It drips constantly and recently some blades of grass had sprouted too (I really really don’t want to know why that is…the beginning of a new life form anywhere near one’s loo can be an upsetting thing). All around that small area had been cleared by the Man and it seemed to be less leaky. Then, even as I was there, though I heard nothing, a bucket appeared under the overflow pipe to catch any water that might leak, which it was again doing, I noticed. In other words, nothing has fixed. All that will happen, if things are left as they currently are, is that the bucket has got to be emptied when it fills and I am not here everyday to do that, so the problem is by no means solved. I feel a phonecall coming on to the maintenance department…and in the meantime I am really worried about what’s going to grow in that bucket…
