Thursday, 9 February 2012
As our grannies warned us - if your waterworks are compromised, life is miserable. Our Bodrum house was built about 25 years ago and has metal water pipes. Or I should say, had. The years of Bodrum's hard water have taken their toll and the only thing holding the pipes together is the plaster around them. They all have to be changed and as I write a team of wreckers, sorry plumbers, is filing in through the front door to sort us out. They are turning the water off for 3 days and on Monday we'll have plastic pipes and hopefully no more leaks. I should be used to water cuts. Bodrum would go days without supplies and we'd have to walk down to the sea with a bucket to take back water to flush the loo. By the mid 80s, the canny householder would build a concrete tank in their garden, ours held 20 tons of water. One day I heard a strange sound coming from the tank. I opened it to see our water meter whizzing round like a dervish as air was blasting out of the pipe. I was in such a panic that our water bill would break the bank, that I forgot to close the cover. Some hours later, my husband , not noticing the lid was up, tossed a treat to our dog Brian, missed the dog and threw a lamb bone straight into the water tank. I learnt a few more Turkish swear words that day and if you ever need to empty and clean a 20 ton water tank, let me know. I'll give you some tips.