We filled buckets of water this week. To wash, to boil the kettle, to flush the toilet. The brass tap outside our house was stolen, meaning we had to cut off the water supply to our house. And yes, we moaned, and felt targeted and fed up. But then we tried to see it as an adventure, like camping, and we tried to be grateful. For clean water, caring neighbours and Frans the plumber! Buckets of water, an unexpected gift.