Nailbiting times, or Deja-vu

Bea and I have been talking for some time about how when we finally move back into our home, the first night of heavy rain will be nerve-wracking. We imagine ourselves sitting up all night watching the street, waiting for the onslaught of water to come rushing over the barriers, watching for leaks, and moving anything valuable out of harms way.

My brother and our other neighbours who've been lucky enough to move back in already had that very experience last night. We heard from them yesterday evening, and when we awoke to news of widespread flooding in the city, feared the worst. So far they (and our still-in-progress home) are safe, but more heavy rain is forecast for the rest of the day and overnight. Fingers firmly crossed.

In other home related news, our city council is still planning to buy up and demolish our homes in the next few years to make way for new flats and offices... they can expect a fight.