Water, Water Everywhere
A breathless announcer on the six-one news just now said, "We are at the lowest number of 'boil water notices' ever"
I looked at herself. "Good Grief" I exclaimed. "Wow!" she agreed. "This calls for a celebration," I proudly announced. "We're no longer a third world country," she added.
"Is there any of that Perrier water in the fridge?" I asked hopefully. "We used that for the engagement party, remember?" she replied.
Then I assumed a devilish expression. "Will we chance the tap?" I asked darkly. She gave me that dubious look I know and hate. "You must be fucking joking. I'll just stick to the bloody wine."
I considered this a moment. "Very wise," I had to agree. "I'll fetch us the bottle."