Cold feet in the morning

We endured more winter fun and games last week. The water main ruptured in our street. The subsequent loss of pressure meant no water was reaching our top floor apartment for two days. While the main was repaired within a day, a plumber had to come in and bleed air from the pipes before water could reach our floor again. Poor Garry endured two days without a hot shower, while I was forced to trundled off early to use the shower in our office. This marks our fifth ‘no hot water’ incident so far this winter. The novelty has definitely worn off.