I can't bathe in dirty water. I'd rather stay dirty. I think my own dirt is better for my than that coming from an almost empty cistern. Plus it smells. How can you wash in water than stinks even more than your armpits after days of manual labour in the sun?
I guess I must resort to wipes. I have lots.
At least I can flush the toilet- for now. It's been going on for weeks, this lack of city water and God knows how long it will continue. Apparently something is wrong with the government de-salination plant. Something is always wrong there. That's why many people have cisterns.
Neighbour and I share the same cistern and we have been sharing with others in the community, but maybe, it's time to stop, especially if there is no end to this madness in sight.
This is where I live. I live in a place where" incompetent, ineffective, inefficient" could be the national motto.
I am dreading having to carry buckets of water again.
Such is life on this particular small island.
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3 comments:
"I think my own dirt is better for my than that coming from an almost empty cistern."
You quite right ! I'm a clean freak and I totally commend your decision in this case !
But on another level - "a place where incompetent, ineffective, inefficient" could be the national motto"
is good reason to leave "Jahmekya"
Azi,
I do prefer to be clean too...but you should see the water. I will post a pic to this post tomorrow. Then you will get the full picture why I decided to err on the side of "own dirt."
It is just a damn small island thing. Same thing I was running from but buck up pon scales I could never have thought possible.
BTW, head one in charge finally resigning. Those cronies in other seats still there. The more things change...
o.k then....hoping for the better....
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