Water... but not quite everywhere...
This morning a new experience...
Water in our tap ran a sandy brown, doubtless thanks to the night-time restrictions that have been imposed on the city of Dublin.
It is not ours to question why, etc.,...
There are some wags who have suggested draining the Shannon basin, or at least diverting the water from that source for the use of the great washed of the capital. Chance would be a fine thing. We have a rainfall that would be the envy of any dry part of the Planet. Water falls, day and night, on our little green island.
Perhaps it's about time we just captured it?
Water in our tap ran a sandy brown, doubtless thanks to the night-time restrictions that have been imposed on the city of Dublin.
It is not ours to question why, etc.,...
There are some wags who have suggested draining the Shannon basin, or at least diverting the water from that source for the use of the great washed of the capital. Chance would be a fine thing. We have a rainfall that would be the envy of any dry part of the Planet. Water falls, day and night, on our little green island.
Perhaps it's about time we just captured it?
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