|Flood April 20012|
We had to go out. My Other Half had a hospital appointment in the afternoon. He'd been to Welshpool earlier in the morning only to find the road flooded when he came back. He parked the Astra (his car with bits of straw, spare battery, jump leads and half a lawnmower in the back) in the layby halfway up the Mill Bank and waded back through to the house, soaked to the skin. We hung on as long as we could and then decided to chance it. He had waders, I had my black wellies. He hit upon the bright idea of me putting my feet in a couple of dustbin bags inside my wellies and pulling them up wader style as I paddled. It sort of worked until I had to hold the bag of dry clothes I was carrying up higher and the refuse bags succumbed to the water filling both my wellies to overflowing. We made it across the stream to our neighbour's field, climbed over the gate and chugged on up the hill. I changed into a dry pair of jeans, socks and shoes by the hedge. The sheep didn't care anyway and by that time, neither did I. We had to pick his medication up from the surgery on the way.
.When we got there, we found a notice pinned to the door - DUE TO ILLNESS WE HAVE NO DOCTOR THIS MORNING. Ah well! Picked up the prescription. Flood on road to Shrewsbury and had to make a detour down a windy road round the middle of nowhere. This