For most of the last 20 hours, we have been enduring torential rain like I have never experienced in my life.
Relentless, drumming, pouring down, endless rain.
We have surely had sufficent rainfall in Beetley in less than one day to provide enough drinking water for the whole of England until the end of 2021.
But do you think they will bother to save it? You know the answer to that.
If you think I am exaggerating, then that’s because you cannot hear the volume of this precipitation. It is louder than the television, and any passing traffic. Invading even the thought process.
Everything is awash. Roads, pavements, paths, and no doubt more flooding in our beleagured outbuilding, which I cannot bear to investigate. The world is lost in a swirling maelstrom of rain. Driven by wind, it batters the walls and windows, swells the local river, and swamps the inadequate drainage in the local gutters and kerbs.
Some districts in Norfolk are literally under water.
I am beyond rage with this. If it is the true face of global warming, then just count me out of it all. I have truly had enough.
I have had my fill of this endless rain, and wish I could no longer be here to hear it.
I need to move to somewhere else.
Like the Sahara Desert.
In a couple of hours, it will be Christmas Eve. Forgive me if I am not feeling remotely festive.