As water splashed my face, I realised that it was time to get up. When I was a sleepy teenager my mum always knew how to break through my teenage inertia. A wet flannel and a bowl of steaming porridge usually did the trick. Perhaps we all need a splash of water at some point, I certainly did and still do. But now as a writer I see water in a different light: it is life. There are many differing shades of water. In the dark times the water maybe black, but without water there is no life.