Strange being without water. I instantly feel crusty and crawling. I'm squirming in my clothes and my clothes feel grubby on my skin. And that's twenty-four hours only, during which I had two showers. Power of suggestion. Ping, ping, little buzzers go off in the brain and as a city we suddenly realise that all our confidence stemmed from the knowledge that we had a lavish supply of potable water. Now it is gone, and we are undone. Alas poor Cork, when I think of thee.