Just my house then, is it?

I was having tea with two American expatriots yesterday when I realized they were serving water from the tap.

I almost grabbed the teacup out of Toni's hand in a show motion "no-o-o-o!" action, like in the movies where the heroine falls to the floor after a life-saving feat.

Then I looked down at the water in my own cup and discovered that it was neither yellow nor refuse-smelling.

So it's just my house then, is it?

betholindo at 7:48 p.m.

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