I've spent the last two days in Northamptonshire, where the water literally isn't fit to drink. This is because of an outbreak of cryptosporidium in the pipes, a parasite nearly as nasty to contract as to spell. We swimmers know it all too well; it's what gives you that dodgy tummy after a dip in a murky pool or off a contaminated beach. Anglian Water freely admit to being perplexed at its appearance in their network.
But the people of Northampton are distinctly unphased about having to boil their water. I 'vox popped' in the market square. "You just have to get on with it really" said one man. There was a total lack of panic, and I left town feeling that the Dunkirk spirit was still alive and well, simply unremarked upon.
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