Let’s be honest, we all have that one neighbor—let’s call him Dave—who waters his begonias with the precision of a brain surgeon. Dave will know the ban’s start date before the water company does. Meanwhile, the rest of us are Googling furiously while clutching a watering can like it’s a holy artifact.
The ban usually hits when your garden looks like a dusty postcard from the Sahara. It’s not announced at a sensible time, like a Tuesday morning. Oh no, it sneaks in on a Friday afternoon, right as you’re about to blast the kids’ paddling pool.
The “When” Is a Secret Handshake
There’s no universal start date; each water company has its own mystical calendar. One company might ban hoses in July, another in August, like they’re coordinating a sad, dry dance-off. You have to check their website, which feels like deciphering an ancient scroll about rainfall.
If you look out your window and see Dave frantically filling a paddling pool with a teacup, the ban starts tomorrow. I swear, the garden gnomes have a WhatsApp group that alerts them before any human knows.
