After yesterday’s lighthearted piece about mud, the torrential rain arrived late last night, as forecast. It has now been raining solidly for more than twelve hours here, and the whole place feels awash. The house has the impression of being surrounded by a moat, (not really) as water flows into the side entrance, and runs off the garden onto the patio. The gutters just cannot cope, so they overflow, adding to the deluge.
But there’s worse to come. Opening the large shed, we discovered it was flooded, up to a depth of almost two inches. Regular readers will remember that this has happened before, and it is always a real trial. This is a brick-based substantial building, added as an extension to the garage, by the previous owner. It is invaluable for storage, and we also have two freezers and a tumble-dryer installed out there. When the water seeps up through the ground onto the concrete floor, we face the possibility that the electrics will blow, and we will lose all the food, and the capacity to dry washing. Not to mention the cost of replacing three items of expensive electrical white goods.
The shed was built with a large concrete lip at the bottom of the door, to stop water getting in. This unfortunately works in the opposite direction too, meaning that all the excess water cannot be swept out. This leaves one weapon in my limited arsenal of water removal. Brushing the water into a dustpan, and flinging it out of the door. Each scoop is less than a cupful, so you can imagine how long it takes. Before attempting this, everything stored on the floor of the shed has to be moved outside. As it is still pouring with rain, this could not be done, so it all had to be dragged into the adjacent garage instead. This car-free zone, already full of the goods from two previous lives, is now at maximum capacity.
Once the deeper water is removed, I get to start on the worst part. This means getting onto the floor, with a selection of old towels, dustsheets, and anything else absorbent, and physically mopping the residue using the cloths. This is cold and wet of course, and hard on the knees. The sodden sheets and towels then have to be put straight into the washing machine, and spares placed around the base of the freezers and tumble-dryer. This is in the somewhat forlorn hope of stopping water getting underneath, if it floods for the second time later today.
The rest of this afternoon will be spent nervously inspecting the shed floor, and washing out all the soaked towels ready for the next time. Then later tonight, I will have trouble sleeping, anticipating the whole thing happening again tomorrow.
Country living. Ain’t life grand?