Meanwhile...back in the land of Kocurkovo

Meanwhile back in the land of Kocurkovo, the natives are thirsty.

The clouds have been constipated too long and those who fix the pipes are too busy playing cards with the ones who fix the roads to mind the leaks. Water is reaching a shortage.

Coming from the fresh water haven, we Canuks knew to set our furniture down next to an underground spring. A private source of liquid gold if you will. Not exactly gold to be truthful. More like 1/100th fecal matter and 50% chlorene but it looks like water. It's good for washing, rincing, flushing and if you boil it you can even drink it with nothing worse than a sore throat.

So, while everyone waits for the truck by the roadside with buckets and jugs and frousy BO, we enjoy the contant outflow of H2O. Or atleast we did.

Until the water went off this morning. And upon investigation it would seem that some poor parched fellow could take it no longer. He trespassed his way into the bush in the dark, cut the pipe line, emptied the water tank and carried it off on the back of his truck along with two lengths of pipe, leaving the spliced end to water the weeds. I do believe he would have carried away the spring itself if he could have figured a way to dig deep enough to remove it from the source.

After a trip to the store to purchase more lengths and a bottle of solution, the damage is mended and the water restored.

At least on my side of the street.

The neighbour, who shares the spring is still trying to fix his own pipes...

They melted after roadworks figured it would be easier to set his property ablaze rather than cut back the bush.

Who said Barbadians were all pride no industry?