I wanted water, not a mouthful of yuk

One of the best things about living where I do — or so I thought — was that it seemed to be just about the only place in the country where you could have a glass of tap water without getting a mouthful of yuk.

Even just a mile or so away the water tasted pretty bad, but I assumed it was something to do with getting the water uphill or something. But the water from our tap was fine. Until recently. I don’t know what They have done to it, but now all of our water tastes like a swimming pool. Eurgh.

One of the worst things about my trip to Glasgow yesterday was the fact that I took a bottle of tap water with me. The problem was that it was a litre bottle (bigger than what I’m used to carrying), and it was seriously weighing me down — I had a sore neck by the end of the day. I could have drank some of it, which I tried to do, but I physically couldn’t. It was disgusting. And having a bath now makes me want to vomit.

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