Living with hard water is a microcosm of London life itself: slightly demanding, a little crusty on the surface, but full of character beneath. You can fight it, filter it, or just learn to laugh at the white flakes floating in your soup.
In the end, it’s just water. It’s safe, drinkable, and connects you to the ancient geology beneath your feet. And if all else fails, remember: at least you’re getting your daily dose of calcium without a pill.
So fill your kettle, let it whistle, and raise a glass to the limestone legacy. Your appliances will need extra love, your hair might throw a tantrum, but your tea—and your story—will be richer for it.
