... the amount of ice blocks in ones drink becomes a question of conservation, not taste.
... the merits of paper towel versus water play through your head as you wonder whether to wipe or rinse a greasy pot. You can drive yourself mental playing this 'which is worse/better' game.
... your loo can look like the scene of a horror movie as you resolutely flush with bath water despite your daughters predilection for garishly coloured bath bombs.
... you add, to the other multiple lists in your head, a roster of which plant has received grey water when and which is more deserving.
... the sound of a sprinkler is arresting, and out of place. One instantly harshly judges the sprinkleree.
... a dirty car becomes a badge of honour.
... other people's hysteria about the water shortage weirdly makes one feel calmer?
... small people worry. She brushes her teeth with an inch of water in a cup and when she's finished, swills the last drops around in the bottom and asks, 'What shall I do with this Mum?'
... and when there is rain - it's only happened about twice this year - everyone stops what they're doing to watch it, and all the pot plants go out to play. And everything feels right with the world again, for just a minute.
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