Nor Any Drop To Drink (The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge).
I got back today to find that I had no water. But not only me – everyone in this part of Enfield is suffering. I was told this by the guy in the Co-op, although he seemed quite keen to sell me bottled water.
On my way to the flat, I saw a kid on his bike with a box. A closer examination showed it to be a Thames Water box of water (similar to a very large winebox).
I had a bit of a scout around but couldn’t find any distribution lorries, and there was no card in my door.
I had a look on the Thames Water website which in turn lead me to the Thames Water UK site, and then on to Newwave online site.
None of these sites were especially dynamic, and there was absolutely no mention of a major North London outage anywhere, because press release section aside, there was no area set up for it. In other words I pretty much have to phone their customer service line to learn more. I didn’t bother, thinking that holding on for a long period to learn that they’re working as fast as possible seemed pretty pointless.
There were no news sites which helped – no local Enfield news. And the BBC London site just had news of an outage somewhere else yesterday. So how do I get emergency supplies? At least I have my free half-litre of Highland Spring, that they were handing out on the tube earlier this week, so I won’t die of thirst.