Bugger me, they broke me desk !!!!

Well, that's a day and no mistake. I've done one hours work, two and a half hours bouncing about and then splashing about, a very long journey home and a lot of time drinking beer and watching telly.

You've seen the news, the country drowned and even MY works flooded! We chuckled a bit when we saw darkening around the fire door, less when we saw water being to reach the equipment room and the central filing room which has been susceptible to minor flooding before, and the boss had to leap around like a mad bastard (which was funny, coz he can't) to get a copy of the business continuity plan when they finally worked out that the weather meant business. Lots of my strongman act, lifting all the filing cabinets off the ground level; my god - the lock pit was nearly overflowing by the time we quit. Of course, there's the obvious electrical hazard; we identified that the power needed turning off quite early into this but of course, nobody made a decision, and the boss was still on the phone to the landlords to clarify a position when we ran for it. That's hierarchy for you. Me, I just do things and get in trouble, or not. I think the whole thing was cocked. We've had minor floods before, yet no sandbags, no store of sand; hell, they'd even thrown out the stored bags of shredded paper the week before. Pathetic.

Of course, when we actually left the building, we stepped into a wet, force eight hell. A bit special, that storm. Boots and trousers overwhelmed as the outer parts of the building and the car park were well under. Convoyed back with a colleague to ensure safe arrival for all, the rat run home had to be taken as the main road was best avoided, crashes, rubberneckers. The trip from hell. Gridlocked in one spot for about an hour before I got across the problem, which turned out to be overwhelmed drains; between two and three feet of water, the car made it.... although driving against a bow wave when the engine would really benefit from a schnorkel is new to me. Was thinkink that GLC deserved renaming.... S/S Vectra wouldn't be appropriate as it's not a steam ship; technically M/V Vectra would have been appropriate as it's a motor vessel, but then I aught to avoid M/F (ferry) Vectra, asssuming that everyone'd think my car's a motherf*cker...... Maybe I should just leave it as it is.

Anyhooo... got home safe, home's not flooded, cat's not drowned, and life is very weird at the moment ! I wonder what tomorrow brings? Or today as the case is now..... I predict case upon case of WD40 and the equipment room's remains...