Housechilling

At some point in the last three months, we must have done something to really p*** off the weather gods.

The first time we tried to have a Housewarming party, the forecast was for terrible terrible rain so we cancelled it, and then, on the day, the sun came out and it turned out to be a lovely day. We had a fridge full of food and no one to eat it.

So this time, when we saw that it might rain, we decided to stick to our guns and go ahead anyway. This morning though, at 7am, we witnessed the biggest thunderstorm I have ever seen. I don't know whether it is being in an old commercial building by the sea as opposed to a swanky residential tower on a mountain, but I can't remember seeing thunder and lightening THIS bad.

Determined to have a hardcore "we're English, rain doesn't scare us" attitude though, we went down to buy some drinks for the day's festivities. That is, we tried. As we got to the bottom of our staircase, we found out that the entire street was completely flooded and that people were wading knee-deep in water.

Of course Krusty just couldn't resist wading out himself to get a better look, so we got some good evidence of the situation in the street.

It is now 9.30am, I have cancelled Housewarming no2, and the storm has, if anything, got worse.

Looks like this house is very far from ever being warmed...

Then again we shouldn't complain - we live in DRIED seafood street, and the water has risen to shop level. It's really sad watching those guys bailing the water out away from their stocks. In fact, you'd think that if you were going to set up a dried seafood street, the further away from the water, the better. Here we are in some kind of valley with terrible plumbing. I wonder if the guys up on the peak realise what is going on beneath them, or if it's just us, stranded amid the shark's fins?!