Night out on the sauce last night. Wake up this morning with a RAGING thirst (can't think why. I drank loads last night).
Dash to the kitchen. THE FECKING WATER HAS BEEN CUT OFF. Argh. Knew I should have paid my council tax.
Stroke of genius. Try the kettle. EMPTY. Bastard
Nearest shop is miles away and I'm feeling ropey. The ONLY water in the entire fecking building is in the pissing toilet and I'm seriously considering it.
Thankfully there's a beer in the fridge. Hurrah. Although I think it's only a temporary solution.