Initially, when it started raining, I didn’t really pay attention. I live in the UK. It rains here. Nothing to see, move on.
Then, flooding started. It didn’t really impact on me, though I felt bad for those it was happening to. It seemed like it was a bigger deal in foreign media than here.
It kept raining. YoungMan hasn’t had rugby in weeks due to waterlogged pitches. However, at least (unlike some) they were not actually flooded, they just weren’t drying because of the constant rain.
Now, though, as the floods get closer and closer, I have friends who love nearby whose homes are threatened. Train lines are badly damaged and commuters who normally get squeezed onto a 07:42 with hundreds of others, can’t get to work.
We’re relatively lucky in all this. We live on a hillside, and we drive a short distance to work. There has been some surface flooding on the main road we take, but nothing deeper than about 15cm.
Having said that, I am thoroughly over the rain. I’d like to do the school run without being soaked for a change. I’d like to be able to drive around corners without worrying I’m going to do a “Doctor Foster” and disappear into a huge puddle, never to be seen again. I’d like my friends to be able to move back into their homes and get to their jobs and generally have life run smoothly.
I wasn’t the first to say it and I’m sure I won’t be the last… In fact, you could join in with me here: rain, rain, go away!
(Btw, it’s not working yet. It’s _still_ raining!)
According to tumblr, it’s one year since I started my blog with them and started posting pix of our trip to New Zealand.
What with buying a house and moving in with Foggy, doing a bunch of training courses and changing job (me) and school (YoungMan), having renovations done and the wait for registration (grrrrr), it’s fair to say a lot has happened since then!!