Okay my labouring in the snake fields is not a fraction as hard as the work the chaps rebuilding the Greek Hovel do but they are used to it and I am not so I reckon our suffering is equal. And here is how we keep going.
When I first arrived at the Greek Hovel there was a fridge but rats were using it as a nest and had chewed all the cables. And so I invested in a small replacement which might not pass a Bristol City Council food hygiene test but works. It is now perched on top of a heap of junk at the top of the main steps next to the gap that is my front door. And inside are bottles and bottles of freezing water.
We do have water at the hovel but having been transported up the mountains in metal pipes it is a perfect temperature for my er ...ahem ...shower. So the fridge is a life saver...
Fear not Olaf, when the works are finished we will be upgrading...just for you (and the Mrs)