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Rain, rain everywhere

 On Saturday I sat in the sunshine in a café in Saumur with friends.  We had a good laugh and then we went our separate ways.  I strolled across the bridge to the island where I had left my car and drove out of Saumur onto the main road.  Then it happened - the sunshine turned to floods in seconds.  I couldn't see the road or the sides of the road.  Cars were forced to stop and put their flashers on but you could barely see them so I decided to keep driving.  It was a nightmare journey, the rain was so heavy and the visibility down to nil, it reminded me of the hurricanes we used to have in the States.

I eventually made it home through floods and downed trees.  In the 6 feet between my car and the house I became soaked right through, and the power was off.  It stayed  off until 7am the next morning, 16  hours later.  I have an all electric house so I couldn't even make a cup of tea.  I gazed wistfully into the fridge and found an apple and a carrot.  I added them to the banana and 2 walnuts, making my dinner a veritable feast.

When the power resumed I discovered that it had been a tornado, which not only caused the flooding but it had ripped the spire off a church and destroyed the surrounding buildings.  I have now lived through a tornado, hurricanes, an haboob (dust storm), a locust storm, floods and earthquakes, a gas explosion and an air crash.  And yet I am still here.

A friend put out a request for somewhere for me to stay for 2 months after my house is sold.  The quickest reply came from a man who said he had a room and he could do with the company.  No strings attached?



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