Then it stopped altogether.
I looked up and around, tried all the valves, hammered on the wall, and then yelled to my wife:
"What's the matter with the water?"
She replied cheerily:
"The man has come to fix the pipes in the furnace, and it's turned off!"
With good things it were always thus. The minute a man really begins to enjoy life it's time to die. There is always a fly in the custard.