I love water. I dream about it. When I was a kid I wanted to be a super hero who protected all water in the world.

In Essex, UK I drink nearly 2 litres a day, tap water through brita filter at home and from filtered cooler at work. Some days it tastes ok, some days it tastes vile.

Some days when you turn on the tap you can smell chlorine. That's when I break out the ice, which I chew. One of my indulgences here in UK is to buy bagged ice every week.

The best water I ever tasted was from artesian well at my aunt's house beside the Chickahominy River. Used to stock up on it. Take it home in gallon milk bottles and freeze it, then drink as it thawed.

Only buy bottled water, when out and about and I am thirsty. In the US, I would buy giant cup of ice from fast food restaurants until they started to refusing to sell. I have been known to go in begging for ice claiming on behalf of someone who smashed finger in car door.

Did I say I love ice?