Back when I was a kid, being made to drink tap water was tantamount to being force-fed weed killer from a broken jam jar. It was our one and only drink option in the school canteen, usually poured from a battered tin jug that had probably been retrieved from the wreckage after the school was bombed during the blitz.
There were drinking fountains in the school toilets as well, which were only ever used a) in the summer term and b) following some particularly strenuous physical activity such as a 15-a-side football match or the mass hysteria that was unleashed after a stray dog had encroached on to the playground (the latter being the very best thing ever about school).
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