Life in a Pagnol novel

That is what it feels like at present. Water is the issue here. A week ago we had to cut off the water to the new house to let our neighbours use it. When we brought the house thirteen years ago, the neighbours were given rights to use the spring until town water arrived "in two years". The town water has yet to arrive so we are still committed to providing water.
The source has run dry and there is a lot of moaning from next door - indeed all sorts of accusations of foul play by the old neighbour. All sorts of conspiracy theories abound with stories of pipes buried in anticipation twenty years ago and the like. Each time we pass their house the new theory is trotted out. Today it ended with one of our neighbours hurling very French abuse down the house at our old neighbour who was visiting to look at his garden.