Villa Week 34 - Floods

Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 14 Nov 2020 23:57

Week Thirty-Four at Sleeping Indian

 

Sunday the 8th of November. Places to be, things to do, so I had toast, Bear had his usual muesli and off we went at half nine. Jazz’s where Team Trio completed the emulsion in two bedrooms and Jazz’s en suite. Bear at our lunchtime meeting – messing about….. We worked until six, bimbled home for supper and a couple of Blacklist season seven.

Monday the 9th. To Jazz, gloss work. About five - as I was painting the en suite bathroom windowsill, the brightest, bluest flash of lightning and immediately a huge clap of thunder. The rain fell by the bucketload. Hours of solid rain. Within a short time the water was gushing off Jazz’s roof, the guttering unable to cope with the deluge. Too wet to go back to ours in time for supper so Bear and I continued to paint. Jazz prepared egg on toast, fish fingers and baked beans (mine ordinary), the boys had theirs with garlic, fried onions and some chillies (yuk). At ten o’clock we made ponchos out of bin liners to bimble back.

 

Just as we turned into our road there was a powercut, just as well the moon was bright as we waded ankle deep through what looked like a small lake. Our cul-de-sac the water was a couple of inches deep. The rain continued to fall but with less force.

 

Tuesday the 10th. We woke at three to the loudest rainfall and the wind howled quite a bit. Lady Ronnie rang this morning to see if we were OK and told us there was serious flash floods in St John’s and some villas on the North Finger were knee deep in muddy water. Just as well Bear wrapped the garden tiles up but the frangipani looked saggy. Hopefully, it is just due to the temperature drop or the downpour and nothing too permanent.

After breakfast we donned our bin liners, each an umbrella in hand and off we went to Jazz’s. Just up from us the puddles began. At the end of our road we saw someone’s rescue steps floating. We spent the day second coating and cleaning up. In bed that night, we were to read that the rain had been caused by a frontal low hitting a surface trough.       

Wednesday the 11th. Jazz’s to say farewell. Still raining lightly, we got back for late lunch and watched L+O UK feeling too tired to start a job of our own. Bear read the local news – eleven inches of rain had fallen in twenty-four hours, twice the normal rainfall for the whole month of November.

Thursday the 12th. Back to the bathroom floor. Bear went to check on Beez after all the rain. She was fine, he did some jobs and put the sprayhood up to make her feel dressed a bit. Joyce popped in to see if we were OK, she didn’t stay as she was mid-way through the last villa she was assigned to clean. Together with her friend and son they had pushed muddy water out of the villas and rinsing.   

  

Friday the 13th. Lord Ron popped in to say Bear could use the ‘big golf cart’, off they went and soon Bear was back with his steed. Planks loaded and as there was space for me, I went for the ride. Bear did another run with the trestles he had made.

 

It was lovely to say ‘hello’ to the girl, Beez behaved beautifully during the big downpour. After a late lunch, Bear loaded his bike on the back of the golf cart and I sat in the middle with my bike held in place, bit tight on the knees but we got to Lord and Lady Ronnie’s without incident. After offloading we cycled back.

Saturday the 14th. Bear went to work on Beez all day, due back for a very late lunch. I started in the bathroom but my little finger got terribly sore scraping and my trashed middle finger began to throb. I know I’ll spend the rest of the day cooking. On went two pots of chicken stew, four portions of tuna pasta bake and four spag bols. We tend to have an Indian takeaway on a Saturday night and as I eat half and save the rest I got last week’s half out of the freezer. I pulled the plastic lid off the pot to see if I had added some mushrooms – and slashed the top of my index finger……. To say chopping the onion for the three chicken masala and three butter chicken caused bad language and a good deal of throbbing across my ‘paper cut’ was par for the course. Bear got back at just shy of five, starving hungry. Spag bol, side salad and three slices of pineapple touched the spot. I growled at my korma but it was delicious. At half three I got up to portion out the chicken stews (I had had to wait for the pots to cool), also the butter and masala chickens. Back in bed an hour later.

 

ALL IN ALL THE WEEK WE GOT OUR MOJO BACK 

                     LOOKING BRIGHTER ALL ROUND