Our nice soft buttercup and daisy spotted lawn, our picket fence and gate and rambling sweet smelling rose, our Jasmine in full flower.
Now look like this.
And the water tank is gone.
Smashed to pieces, (much to Liam's horror, poor boy), by a big noisey house shaking digger. That old tank just wouldn't move, it was stuck to the earth like a giant deep-rooted tree. So we waved goodbye to it as rumbled off up the driveway as a dusty pile of rubble on the back of a truck.
yeah really muddy actually. It probably would have looked quite funny, seeing me and a truck driver being showered by a tidal wave of dirty water. Head to toe. A perfect example of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. - And of course no water in which to clean ourselves. Heh.
So now, we have no water tank, which of course means we have no water. And we can't get a new tank in until Monday. Today is Wednesday. Meaning six days without water. Meaning tomorrow me and the kids are off on an impromptu holiday to stay with family down the line.