The Orbieu seems to be back to its normal butter-wouldn't-melt benign trickle - or at least to its normal winter foot or two. The flow meter has been out of action for four days now, no doubt as a result of its being exercised a bit when the flood was at its height. Here in Disgustedville, however, we've had a couple of days of snow, which has confined us to barracks. Neighbours are teetering along in 4-wheel drives or with chains on their driving wheels. I note in passing that the neighbours' Polish builder swept up the hill with sure-footed precision in a front-wheel drive Honda without chains.
Colleagues report horror stories of their journeys home last night. One took 4 hours to do the 14 miles from Sevenoaks to his home half a mile from ours; another took 5 hours to get from there to hers between Maidstone and Rochester. I had expected to have to venture out today and tomorrow, but fortunately my sessions were cancelled. So it's a day for staying in and trying to decipher the heap of bumf we've had from the new bank.
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