You know that low spot at the end of our street? It’s now a permanent pond. The local kids have named it “Lake Thames”. I think they’re being generous—it’s more of a swampy bog with a suspicious green sheen. And yes, Thames Water has sent someone to “assess” it. Twice. They left a flag in the ground and never came back.
The irony here is painful. They keep sending us leaflets about “saving water” and fixing dripping taps. Meanwhile, a geyser erupts outside my neighbour’s house every time a lorry drives past. I’m not saving water; I’m swimming in it.
Thames Water: Thousands of homes without water due to burst pipe - BBC News
When Will It End?
I’m not a conspiracy theorist, but I swear their repair vans are cursed. Every time one parks on our road, the pressure drops, and the water goes cloudy again. It’s like a magic trick nobody asked for. “Watch as I turn your shower into a trickle!”
And don’t get me started on the unexpected road closures. You try explaining to your boss why you’re late because a digger has decided to nap in the middle of the street. “Sorry, Thames Water decided my commute needed an adventure.”
