‘I hope you aren’t washed away,’ a friend emailed last night having seen the forecast – our London friends do seem to like to keep track of our weather, and let us know when it’s shaping up to be truly dreadful. I was initially inclined to pooh-pooh the Met Office and its dire forecasts and severe weather warnings, particularly for ‘heavy rain’. I mean, how bad could it be? But that was before we realised that the reason why our front yard hadn’t flooded yet was because the flood was building up in the back and – when the other half had cleared the blockage that was threatening to overwhelm the damp proof course (apparently we have one…) – is now also flooding in the front. We have deployed our only sandbag, and are now moving things out of the most threatened of the other half’s shed empire onto higher ground.
There’s more to say, and pictures, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and google ‘cubits’ and work out how to build an ark.