It's sunday morning and I should be mooching around the vide-greniers sifting through people's cast offs looking for my latest find but what am I doing? Sitting in my PJ's listening to the rain beating down and wondering whether it is too early to get the wood burner going. Living in Dubai, just the thought of all the above would give me shivers of pleasure but having had 2 consecutive days/nights of downpour with flooding, mmmm not quite what I pictured.
For the second night, Sheba, our german shepherd, served as my alarm to problems looming and for the second time I found myself wading through our downstairs hall and laundry room in my wellies. You see the rain has been so intense that the ground just cannot absorb it quick enough. Yesterday when I was hoping for a sleep in, I found myself at 5.30am trying to stop the water that was gushing through the wall and with the innovation of my trusty gardener who heard my cries of help, plus an old water bottle and hose pipe, we managed to divert the flow out into the yard. A couple of hours later and a lot of brushing (team effort, well done teens, I know it was alien to you both being up at that time!) we managed to push all the water out of our living space with relatively little damage. After being warned by a friend that last night it was expected double the rain flow, I was quite anxious going to bed and had to keep checking the basin outside that had caused the problem. Finally fatigue took over and I crashed at 12. At 2.45am Sheba alerted me again and it was a case of deja vu.





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