My Water .....

No. It's OK. I'm not going to start banging on about my own urinary doings, for chris'sake! It's the stuff that wasn't coming out of my tap in the first place. It's back on now. Has been since probably less than a week since I mentioned it'd gone off.

And then ~ if ye keep ye eye on this place, ye'll have read ~ I farted, drenched my fucking self, and have never looked at le Ding in quite the same light since!

Getting it sussed now though. See what ye think of this .....

Had Dean O' round a while back. Some point between all that drama and now. Being a Plumber, I s'pose it was natural enough for him to enquire after my water supply. I said it was back and fine. " Look. " I said. Holding a handy pint glass under the thing and turning on the tap.

Great gulp. Gush. Bang! Water everywhere. But I victoriously held up a full pint glass of ..... well, I was content to accept it was 'Water', anyway. Made my fucking tea with it every morning. Just before I felt this over powering urge to rush out to the ditch. Even had the odd brew of a evening. Just before I farted and ..... Oh, no. We've done that one.

" Ye'll want to be filtering that, so? " Said Dean 'O. (Over here, 'So' is used, at the end of a sentence, much as you might use 'Then'. I don't know the proper, grammatical term for it. Bit like a statement made as a half question. You'd have likely said, " ... filtering that, then? ")

And, I suppose ye would. Or ringing the council, the papers, Sky News, ye fucking mother. Because here's what I had a glass of:




And, yeppers; That glass is clean. And that's my hand behind it. My fingers wrapped around the other side of it. Touching the glass. Can't exactly see through that 'water', can ye? 'Melted Slush' come to mind, maybe?

I've been Drinking that shit, since the water came back on. Till I thought about it. And farting out my 'Precious Bodily Fluids'.

Making my tea with bottled water again now. Guts are fine, thank you.