I wake more lightly once Monday is done. To find that there is no water, so can’t shower, drink tea or anything else that normally gets me going. I use baby wipes to clean my hands and face. Make some calls and the workmen who are restoring the building swear it’s nothing to do with them, but the water mysteriously comes on twenty minutes later.
More than the relief of being able to take a shower and brew a cuppa is the realisation how I take clean water out of the tap for granted. It’s just there, when I want it, no questions asked. My day is disrupted without it – but imagine never having access to clean water, never mind at the turn of a tap.
I resolve to spend the day grateful for this water of life.