To the line mate, to the line!

Maggie likes to be able to take a dip in our irrigation tank/pool. I can take it or leave it. If I need to cool down there's always beer.

Maggie did all the work of emptying and refilling the tank this year. We decided yesterday that it needed a bit of a top up but, by mistake, we left the tap running overnight.

Now if they only filled beer glasses like this.

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