Ineptitude

So - stick three women in a house with water turned off at the mains, the boiler disconnected and oven switched off and what do you get?

Virtually no-where was the answer in my case.

I drove to Fritwell, an Oxfordshire village in the middle of no-where, to stay at a friend's parents' place.

They're away in America for three weeks and had turned everything off.

After ferreting around and getting increasingly worried we resorted to ringing brothers and my father to get ourselves sorted.

It was quite hilarious really - each of us flinging open cuboard doors under the sink and screeching 'well which one is it then?' and then not being able to turn the taps to try it out.

But with a little help from my all-knowing dad we got there in the end.

And boy were we happy with water coming out of that tap and piping hot pizzas out of the oven after all our puzzling!