Once upon a time, Catalunya was suffering the effects of a drought, resulting in dangerously low levels in all of it's water reservoirs.
After much bitching back and forth between Catalunya and Spain and even more in-fighting between the Catalan political parties (not to mention within the parties themselves), the decision was finally made to make a 'mini' transfer of water from the Ebre River in the south, to Barcelona, as it was in danger of running out - a decision that was met with hearty protest by the farmers of the area, who pointed out that Barcelona wasn't the only place who needed water.
Due to some serious and much needed rain, right around the country, by the time the ship full of water reached the capital, the reservoirs were no longer at crisis level.
On the very same day the ship arrived, the Environmental Minister saw fit to announce to the people of Barcelona, the joyous news that the ban on watering gardens and filling swimming pools had been lifted.
HURRAH!
Sadly, he had somehow managed to survive several decades without ever having acquired the kind of commonsense that would have told him exactly
how tactless such a move would be.
1. It now looks very much to the folk in Tarragona (and the rest of the world) as though all of this palava has been for little more than to refill the pools of those rich bloody barcelonesos
2. Yes, Baltasar, the reservoirs
are up - up to a stunningly impressive 30% or so of their total capacity! I wouldn't be breaking out the cava just yet, if I were you...
The
End.
Night night, children, sleep well.
p.s. Dr. Who icon. I guess it's all over now...
(not
one word,
pecholobo!)