Getting washed out

Oh, the rain we have had in the East today has been called "biblical" and one of my friends joked that he was googling Noah's phone number so we could ask Noah to swing by in the ark and pick us all up!  

[image from whybaptism.org]

The rain has pelted down, flowed along the roads, swished into people's driveways and forced them from their homes in some of the local towns; the river banks have slipped here and there, and there has been more water than our guttering could cope with at times.

The vegetable beds are rather sodden, and the leeks look more like rice in a paddy field.

I was going to go north to Lincolnshire this afternoon to see my aunt and uncle after the last gymnastics session, but the rain was coming down so hard that the spray on the road was making it very hard to see the car in front, and we had all slowed down to 30mph, so I could just hear the FH saying to me, "You must be mad to go out in this!" and he would have been absolutely right, so at the next roundabout, I turned around and came home.  We had only just left the local town so we hadn't got very far.  I rang my aunt when I got home and she agreed that we had made the right decision as the rain was coming down hard there too.

We are hoping for a more settled day tomorrow, but we know that the rest of the weekend may be a bit dodgy as the remants of ex-hurricane Bertha are expected to affect this area at the moment, unless the trajectory changes.......let's hope!

The girls and I spent the afternoon watching a horror film called "You're Next" and I was knitting as well, concentrating particularly hard on the knitting when the gory bits occurred!