When the overhead tank runs dry on a weekday at 6 A.M., for reasons unknown to god or man, and after frantic calls to the engineer, plumber, water supply unit, the butcher, baker and candlestick maker, a water-tanker arrives at your doorstep, and with the two tiny excuse-for-bucket containers that you have, you run hither thither, filling every vessel, tumbler and spoon with water to last the rest of the day, in general believing that all hell has finally broken loose, the last straw has happened etcetera, and there is one tiny happiness in your mind that all the water that has spilled from the buckets into the various rooms during the aforementioned hither-thithering will require heavy duty mopping, which will in turn polish your red oxide floors to mirror shine, it is a sign that hope is eternal.
Therefore I am..
I may have kind of missed the whole point here, but…u have red oxide floors…..??? Lucky!!!
Yes, a little old, but yes, red oxide, that shines after every hard mop. My one ray of sunshine in an otherwise running water-deprived household today.
Love Red Oxide floors
God Speed on restoring running water. Now if only I could remember the rhyme with the butcher, baker, candlestick maker…….**racking my brains**
Oh dear, I remember my childhood when my grandmother and mother would run around with the house with the maid collecting enough water for, well, everything. We had places where water for washing was stored (less clean) and water for cooking and drinking was stored (more clean). I even recall setting buckets in the sun to warm it up for a warm bath/wash at the end of the day. When my father splurged and had a well dug in the property my grandmother continued to ration water, until the day she passed away. I do not recall the floors getting mopped to a shine, but then I was a child. Something like that would have completely escaped my keen eye then.