I am afraid there is plenty of it here at the moment - the North East is now getting the deluge that was in the South West last week. And as we have already had it once in the last six weeks we really don't want it again. Luckily this time we are better prepared, in that most villagers have barricaded their driveways with sandbags and the water seems to be flowing straight past.
I find the speed and power of the water quite terrifying. In the fields opposite the farm we have our own little Lake District but the farm itself is largely unaffected.
Friend J, who lives alone, was very badly flooded,and is just beginning to get back to normal. The furniture is away being repolished, the place has dried out, the skirting has been replaced and at present the decorators are in prior to the new carpet being fitted. When I heard how bad things were in the village today I feared the worst but a mutual friend rang to say that everyone had the sandbags out in good time and had avoided the worst.
Over the weekend another friend has passed away. That makes two friends lost in the last month. It is always sad to see them go and in addition it really makes one aware of one's own mortality. What we all need is a few days of sunshine to make us all feel a bit better about things. In both cases there has been a life well-lived and so there is that to celebrate, but there is also sadness that they have had to leave us.
It is dark now and still raining but the farmer has been round and drawn all the curtains to shut the horrible weather out. The wood burner is glowing, the kettle is singing and it is time for tea. See you tomorrow.