I almost didn't sleep last night I kept worrying the water would be cut off again. I actually crept downstairs at 4 a.m. to see if it was still there and found E. standing in the bathroom doorway doing the same. My mother is calling the syndrome "water anxiety". The water flow now is so weak, it takes about 17 minutes to fill up a 10 liter plastic pail (I was timing it).The water still doesn't reach the kitchen faucets so we've managed to move the dirty dishes to the bathroom and are washing them there.