It’s been a hell of a week, what with one thing and another, the sort of week that I felt it was only fitting when the weather Gods decided to top it off with two solid days of heavy rain.
So far so routine – so routine indeed, I didn’t bother to take my camera when we went down yesterday to see how far the waters had receded, hence the camera phone pictures. But more fool me, for that’s when we saw that not only had the footbridge been repaired at last:*
But the depth gauge had been bent into uselessness. Its rivets had popped, and it had just been swept aside by the force of the water, helpless to do anything about it.
I think I know just how it feels.
*the ‘ford closed to pedestrians‘ sign, I need hardly tell you, is still in place albeit getting a little overgrown these days
Don’t know that it’ll make you feel any better but we’ve got 5 buckets in the attic, and two in the bedroom, plus a big hole in the plaster over the baby’s cot…
Nightmare. Nothing worse than a leaky roof … hope it doesn’t turn out to be too expensive for you
see! ain’t schadenfreude (sp?) great?
You do live in an interesting place.
John
Oh, dear. Hope the worst is over, for you and the water measuring thing, and the coming week(s) show some improvement in both your situations. And less rain.
Probably not the best time to mention that we’re getting sunburnt in the garden…
cheers guys
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