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Tuesday, 4 May 2010

Water, water everywhere...

Eleven degrees at 8:30am. Raining. Lots. 


The streams are swelling in the direction of the chicken coop, which seems ever in danger of floating away like Noah's Ark. The lake is rising in the vicinity of our little boat, a week ago safely beached, but now in danger of drifting off like Huck Finn's raft on the mighty Mississippi. 


The sentiero is in places under water as I've never seen it before, not because there is more water than ever before, but because there are fewer young, able-bodied people than ever before who are prepared to man a shovel once in a while and dig out the gutters. The septuagenarian who carried out some remedial work in the last day or two has our heartfelt thanks. 


The house smells of wet dog on the ground floor, wet children on the first floor and wet kittens on the second floor. The entrata smells of wet socks. My Wellies, I've discovered, have holes in them. Anybody know where I can buy a puncture repair kit?





4 comments:

LindyLouMac said...

When the summmer does finally arrive we must be sure not to complain!

You still sound cheerful though Louise.

Sarah in deepest, darkest Lomellina said...

We, the soggy of Lomellina, hear your pain.

I am thinking of building an ark.

I should have known there was a catch when I bought this house.

The ex owner was called Noé.

Woodman said...

Sounds like the Ancient Mariner. Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

Louise | Italy said...

Ten points for spotting the (mis)quote...

Tuesday, 4 May 2010

Water, water everywhere...

Eleven degrees at 8:30am. Raining. Lots. 


The streams are swelling in the direction of the chicken coop, which seems ever in danger of floating away like Noah's Ark. The lake is rising in the vicinity of our little boat, a week ago safely beached, but now in danger of drifting off like Huck Finn's raft on the mighty Mississippi. 


The sentiero is in places under water as I've never seen it before, not because there is more water than ever before, but because there are fewer young, able-bodied people than ever before who are prepared to man a shovel once in a while and dig out the gutters. The septuagenarian who carried out some remedial work in the last day or two has our heartfelt thanks. 


The house smells of wet dog on the ground floor, wet children on the first floor and wet kittens on the second floor. The entrata smells of wet socks. My Wellies, I've discovered, have holes in them. Anybody know where I can buy a puncture repair kit?





4 comments:

LindyLouMac said...

When the summmer does finally arrive we must be sure not to complain!

You still sound cheerful though Louise.

Sarah in deepest, darkest Lomellina said...

We, the soggy of Lomellina, hear your pain.

I am thinking of building an ark.

I should have known there was a catch when I bought this house.

The ex owner was called Noé.

Woodman said...

Sounds like the Ancient Mariner. Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

Louise | Italy said...

Ten points for spotting the (mis)quote...