As we saw after Hurricane Katrina, we are only ever three meals away from anarchy. How that equates to cups of tea and coffee I’m not sure, but we may find out today because we awoke this morning to find that our water supply had dried up overnight.
A call to United Utilities and a recorded message later told me that we weren’t alone. A water main burst half a mile away had knocked out the supply to the whole area. Not only that, but had closed two main roads, the one we live on and the main route to Stockport, so never mind the meals, there was already traffic anarchy as vehicles were syphoned off to a side road.
What amused me were the number of drivers who thought that the “road ahead closed” signs a mile the other way didn’t apply to them. They drove round or over the cones all the way to the bottom of the hill to where men in hi-vis jackets were busy excavating a rather large and unpasable hole, so lots of three point turns for these twonks before they drove all the way back up again.
I did toy with the idea of putting up a “You’ll be sorree!” sign outside our house, but my nextdoor neighbour thought that would be too cruel.
Anyway, the upshot was that I couldn’t get to work even if I wanted to, unshowered as I was, so I had a stroll to Morrisons, first so I could have a nosey at what was happening about the burst and second to grab breakfast.
Update: the water is back on and civilisation is saved, which was pretty imprssive since when I passed the hole not long ago there was a fractured six-inch pipe sticking out of its side forlornly dribbling a dark brown sludge.