Water We Going To Do?

More hot weather.

It’s not all bad. I mean, we are sweating out of every pore, every hour of the night and day, but it’s also drying washing like an absolute champ. So you have to take the rough with the smooth. Cooking’s an absolute ball ache if you have to do anything in the vicinity of a hot stove, and we’ve had to put a fan in the kitchen to combat it. Which then blows out the matches when you go to light the gas. So, you know, potential death trap. But hey ho.

Having spent the last few nights sweating profusely into the bed sheets, it was nice to be able to get up this morning, wash them, hang them out and get them back on the bed within twelve hours. It’s great to know that you can almost have your washing dried by just opening the door to the washing machine and letting a bit of air in.

It’s not so nice when you come to iron everything. With a hot iron. On a hot day. Bugger that. I’m going to see if I can just mist everything while it’s on the line and let the weather dry the creases out. Ironing makes me sweat in places I don’t want to sweat in. No-one’s balls should squeak past each other. It’s just not natural.

It’s also probably the absolute best weather we could have chosen to try and grow new grass in. We’ve been watering (by hand) the new patch of grass while the older, established stuff goes yellow and straw-like. So there’s some beautiful, fresh, juicy grass. And then a barren wasteland of savannah below it.

But it can’t be helped.

It’s not until you find yourself in a position where you’re watering the garden with a watering can rather than a hose that you absolute hate your garden. What was, previously, a small garden with everything nice an cosy, may as well be a huge country estate as you tramp backwards and forwards with the watering can, filling it, emptying it and generally resenting everything that’s currently growing in your garden.

There’s no hosepipe ban in place. There probably will be one at some point, but at the moment we could – should we so wish – hosepipe the living shit out of everything. We’ve done it a couple of times – a decent soaking, and then just follow that up with watering cans. But then we look to our neighbours and wonder why we bother.

A few doors down is a house with a huge pool in the front garden. Which holds chuff knows how much water. That’s been emptied and refilled several times over the last week. And then there’s nice next door who was washed – and by washed I mean drenched – her patio twice in the last four days. And a couple of days ago she washed the section of road directly outside her house.

She’s going to go loopy if a hosepipe ban kicks in. If she can’t wash her patio off, what the hell is she going to do? And that road won’t stay clean on its own…