You get used to it

So, despite all other rumours, I live in an actual house. There are doors, windows, tv, wifi, fridge, corcksrew, that kinda things. They didn't manage to create all stairs to be the same height, and rain flows into the room under the balcony door, but the dining table is nice wood work and there is a full size mirror on the closet door. There isn't always electricity, but I've mentioned that before. There is a generator though, and sometimes they even switch it on, especially after dark. One can get used to not keeping anything too fragile in the fridge, and that a 90 minute movie can only be wathced in three takes. It gets a little annoying if power cuts of in the middle of cooking, or when you're in the shower, covered with shower gel from head to toe.
Not that the latter has happened often recently. Water running out in the middle of the shower. There hasn't been any to begin with. The only water we had in the house was what came in under the balcony door.
Ok, I may be exagerating a bit. The is a problem with the city's water reserve, and it won't get fixed before my nephew goes to school. So there is no running water in my neighbourhood. There is a solution to that, namely to buy water that gets brought here with a tanker. In theory. Because in practice, the first time water ran out, we told the guards, who were very surprised, and said they will talk to the owner in the morning, and really, we had water by the afternoon again. Except that the owner apparently hasn't read the memo about the problems with the city reserve and so he didn't expect it to run out again. So two days later there was no water left, we told the guards, they were very surprised, called the landlord, water was back by the afternoon. You guess, it ran out in two days, we told the guards, they were surprised, etc. What got on my nerves wasn't that time and again (every two days) water runs out, but rather that we have to call, they get surprised, and it takes another two days before the tanker gets around.
No need to worry though, I'm not much dirtier than on average. Humans are creative, and after the second dry spell we learned that we have to make reserves, so we fill all the buckets and plastic bottles and we can go on for another day. Three times a liter and half is comfortably enoguh for a „shower”. And there are shower facilities at work, or in the so-called gym, and at my colleagues' where I feed the cats while they are on holidays.

Of course, it would be nice to live in a place where „Do we have water?” is not the new way of saing hello.