The apartments were called H20 believe it or not, apparently because in the past the land had belonged to the Water Board and a huge water tank had once been placed there.  I ask you, what better reason than that for the name...duh!

This was another incident which happened one very rainy Winter a few years ago.  The drainage packed up and it prompted this rather silly poem from me.  It was rather a large puddle though!

(I don't know the name of the Maintenance man, he did not hurt himself, it was all just poetic

licence on my part).  I often did wonder where the water went...and could imagine it cascading down into the car park.

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H20, who called our lovely apartments that? It really is a pity.

Because, being biased, we think they are the BEST-EST apartments in the city.

H20, who in their right mind called them that? It really is a pity.

Couldn't we be 'Court', 'Mansions', 'Gardens' or 'Eight Firs' like the ones at the front, or something equally pretty?

We thought it was a stupid name, but now we know the reason.

We have to wear our welly boots, during the rainy season.

Look down onto the Courtyard, see the puddle grow and grow.

We'll have to wade across it, far too much H20 !

We wade across, it wets our feet and even wets our socks.

We all go home to dry them out and comb our sopping locks.

A call goes to the office, they will send a Maintenance man.

Here comes George, with all his tools and he'll do the best he can.

George opens up his tool bag and takes out a large device,

And gets to work quite quickly. (Handsome George is rather nice.)

I hear a crash, a swear, a curse and then a terrifying groan!

Poor George, I see some blood, he's hit his hand and now he's going home.

I don't know where the water went, I did not watch it go.

I have visions of it cascading to the car park, down below.

In the bowels of the car park, cleaning the car, I hope it wasn't you?

Oh, what a shock, here comes the water! and now you are wet through.

We all clap George, the Maintenance man for all he kindly did.

No, sorry, got it wrong... really his name is Sid!

H20 - we thought it was a silly name, but now we know the reason.

We may have to wear our beautiful, gorgeous, super-duper welly boots again, some time during the rainy season.

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This crazy little poem has made me quite insane

And I'm beginning to wonder...is it H20 upon the brain?

Shall we buy some welly boots, I ask, yellow, blue, green or red?

Nah! I've changed my mind (I'm good at that) we'll buy

a large box of chocolates, instead.