Not flatulence or a wee spot of damp.

Water Pity (Wordle 317)

We turn the tap but we forget
Where sucks the pipe to get the wet,
And, as we swing in shower spray,
What treatments keep the plague away;
Imagine tub, no word of taps,
No thump of geyser pipe, perhaps,
No shower or bath to keep us spry …
Save water lest we all run dry!

A deluge last night filled my depleted pool again, using the famous 2L mineral bottle (still the original from February last year which has provided the sole source of supply since that time). The accompanying wind also blew trees down in the neighbourhood, broke another bit of barge board in our cottage, ripped a section of gutter loose, and scattered debris everywhere. Tiles were flying, and whole roofs were lost. These days every little breeze has given up seeming to whisper ‘Louise’, but is trying to imitate Irma instead.

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