You would think so wouldn’t you?
Well not based on this morning’s evidence, no.
So I wake up bright and early to get everything ready before my visit “Olifant Pootjies no more” in the hospital, drag myself out of bed, enter the en-suite bathroom, turn open the shower tap, and patiently stand there tapping my foot with my arm in the shower as I wait for the water temperature to rise sufficiently so that I can actually jump in.
And I wait. And I wait.
Eventually, getting a little annoyed (which is not so easy to do so early in the morning for me believe it or not), I mutter and grumble out aloud, grab my spectacles and peer into the shower.
Indeed. I was waiting for the miracle when at last our COLD water tap would somehow begin to gush out rainbows, unicorns and hot water.