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thames water. last summer, in baking hot july, i was living in a houseshare of 5 girls in west london. one weekend my flatmate caro and i got home at about 2am on fri night. caro was absolutely hammered and dived straight into my bathroom to call ralph. and again. and again. there were wild geese across europe returning the call.

then she tried to flush the toilet. doom. no water. we looked out of the window. great. thames cunting water works right outside our house. thanks for telling us you were cutting off the water in the hottest july on record you bunch of twats.

unfortunately the next day, we were leaving at 7am to go away for the weekend. the water was still off... and we had to leave a toilet piled high with aftershock sticky red vomit... in that heat.

we got back on monday and the smell was indescribable. you could smell it from the kitchen, and my bedroom/bathroom was in the attic. but the water was still off. we poured about 25 bottles of evian into the tank to get rid of the vomit, but none of us could shower, bathe, cook...

my flatmates said they had complained repeatedly to thames water who kept bleating that there were no problems in our area. so i picked up the phone and lost it with them. it is so disgusting to have to schlep all your stuff into work feeling hot and sticky after a night of no sleep in that heat... and then have wet towels etc under your desk all day...

turns out the cunts had cut off a waterpipe that served our house only. and because we hadn't reported it as such - we had just said water cut off - we weren't entitled to compensation. i did apologise for not having the x-ray vision needed to see through concrete paving slabs, but that wasn't sufficient.

sorry i made you lose a minute of your own life reading this, but at least it doesn't smell of crusty vomit...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 10:00, Reply)