Water, water, every where, nor any drop to drink.

I used to have grass.  Then summer came and the Embassy stopped delivering water.  And then they did deliver water but the pump broke.  And then the pump got fixed but the water ran out.  And then I left on vacation.  And then they stopped delivering water again.  And the grass all got...scary brown (we're holding out hope that it's "hibernating").

Since the outdoor cistern was perpetually out of water, and since they finally told us no more refills for "outdoor water", Susan and I decided to take matters into our own hands and hook the hose and sprinkler up to the "indoor water".  After all, even the most heartless Embassy can't deny a refill of water INSIDE the residence - they don't want us showing up to work stinky because we can't shower or brush our teeth

We couldn't find the right hose adaptor to screw the hose into the sink directly, so Susan constructed an elaborate contraption out of duct tap, a hose adaptor, and the washer in the sink, to allow us to screw the hose in. We threaded the hose through my bathroom window and hooked it all up. 

On the first attempt, we forgot to switch it from "shower" to "bathtub" mode and Susan got a face-full of water. On the second attempt we watched with pride (Susan) and joy (me) as the water started to flow from the bathtub, through the hose and out of the sprinkler onto the lawn. Then, suddenly, the whole thing exploded, spraying water all over Susan. Apparently the water pressure outpowered the duct tape (which, btw, I never knew until today was "duct" and not "duck" tape). 

So we gave up on neatly putting it all together and just duct-taped the hose to the faucet and crossed our fingers.  Here's to hoping that grass can come out of hibernation!

p.s. Many thanks to Mom for that duct tape stocking stuffer!